in the pre-beginning, when the night was as yet unrecognizable to the mortals, the stories of the living were often woven into narratives as ancient as the stars themselves. within these tales, the cows, creatures of gentle demeanor and simple needs, would give the cold shoulder to the notion of malice, embodying the purity of nature. as the epochs would kick off again, transforming the world into realms often unrecognizable to even my ancient eyes, these bovine beings remained steadfast in their essence, teaching us that despite the changes, some virtues remain eternal.