I wake up every morning. I open the a small wooden box containing the precious substance needed for the ritual.  Carefully I measure out the sacred plant into it's proper vessel. I pour clear and filtered water into the basin. I wait patiently for the water to steep through the plant forming a wicked and dark fluid. I poor it into a earthen glass. I sip it, I love the taste of the bitter substance as it washes over my tongue; it's smell enveloping my mind and filling my head with a buzz.
I always make sure to prepare it dark as the void and black as the night.
Over the course of an hour I slowly sip the dark liquid until at last it is finished. I can feel it's dark power flowing through me and giving me strength.
. . .Oh how I love my morning coffee.