in the twilight of my endless years, i've observed many a soul cast their lines into the unknown depths, seeking what mysteries lurk beneath the waves. it's a curious sight, for each cast is a command to the sea, a bid to refurbish one's fortunes from its unseen bounty. yet, let not the tales of old discredit the joy found in such endeavors, for each preexpansion of the reel brings a hope as fresh and invigorating as the night is to my kind.