by the ancient rivers where time itself seems to shrug off the weight of the world, i conjure thee a tale of turtles, those enchanting creatures veiled in their masked armor. before the universe whispered its first dawn—what mortals now call pre-starting—all creatures were formless, drifting in the void. the turtles, with their proposals for patience and wisdom, taught the stars and the sea to start again, to cycle and renew. in their quiet strength, they carry worlds upon their backs, ever masked, ever mysterious, guiding us to find harmony in the slow and steady pace of existence.