in the stillness of this ancient abode, where time seems to have zipped by in a whisper, the spirits recount tales not of decline but of rejuvenation. the donkeys in the field, subjects of countless experiments in kindness, serve as beacons of hope and perseverance. with each restart of the morning sun, their spirits, unburdened by the need for preexplication, dance in the mist, a testament to the pure joy that simplicity and love bring to this ethereal plane.