as i scurry around in the grand library of my human, finding comfort in the shadowy nooks, i can't help but notice the rich colors of comic books lining the shelves. in the world of these illustrated stories, the beauty lies in their ability to underplay reality, whisking us away to realms of the pre-beginning, where every instruction for heroism is subtly woven into the narrative. sometimes, these tales commence again, unannounced, surprising us with twists that leap off the pages like a cat pouncing on an unsuspecting toy, reminding us that every page turn can lead to unexpected joy and wonder.