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In the dawn of a forgotten time, beyond the veils of reality, Stands the alchemist, hermetic sage of subtle designs, From the black earth, its crucible, to the azure of the ethereal sky, It transmutes suffering into awakening, like a lark in flight. Of tears shed on the anvil of tormented life, It extracts the hidden essence, veiled shards of wisdom, And in his expert hands he kneads ailments and sorrows, To turn them into jewels, dazzling reflections of the human soul. Like a magician of the skies, he summons the seven colors, From the radiant rainbow, sacred arcana, inner wisdom, The vibrant red of passions, the fiery anger that devours, As an elixir of vital energy, a force that strengthens even more. The sweet orange of emotions, of the bonds that embrace us, Transformed into enlightened sweetness, love, this blazing fire, The dazzling yellow of knowledge, of the expanding mind, Will become clarity of mind, the supreme awakening of ascension.