Touch the pond's surface

Any misplaced fear is dispelled from your soul as you reach your fingertips towards the glowing liquid. Before you even touch the nectar you can feel the pain wash away from your hand. Slowly you touch the golden fluid and feel the gentle warmth as the thick liquid coats your hand. Like watered down honey without the unpleasant stickiness you expected, the magical substance strings from your raised hand back into the pool. Your rejuvenated glossy palm flexes with an ease not felt since your childhood as you can see the lines of age and experience fold out upon themselves and disappear before your very eyes.