It took three more tries before he could make something he could consider passable. The first pill he had created felt wrong in a sense. He didn't know why, but they felt impure and inedible. This last set, though, brought a certain level of satisfaction to him.
Looking at the perfectly round pill settling in his palm, he looked at his work with admiration. 'It's beautiful.' He could see and feel the amount of balanced energy within the pill, and felt the pores of his flesh scream with excitement at the prospect. 'Oh well, here goes nothing.' He popped the pill into his mouth.
On entry, the pill instantly melted, releasing its vast mellow energy into every corner of his flesh.
