Ryuzaki wandered around in the palace. "Meditation... I need a place to meditate in." A door appeared, and Ryuzaki opened it. "Haha, very funny," he said dryly to the palace. "I don't need weed to meditate!" Ryuzaki managed to find the kitchen. Well, a kitchen. He poked around a bit and found a kettle and some green tea leaves.
Ryuzaki carefully moved his tea into a garden of some sorts. He poured himself some tea into a plain, wooden cup. Whilst waiting for it to cool, he withdrew his phone. "No signal. Ah, well." He didn't need one. "Track Fifteen. Loop. There we are," he sighed contently, sipping a cup.
The song was Tomorrow Never Knows, by The Beatles. It was a psychedellic tune describing the Hindu mindset for meditation, death, life, drug trips, etc.
Ryuzaki's breathing eventually slowed, and he entered a place oftened described by yogis as, "the place your last thought was before you thought it."
His mind emptied.
