in the enchanted grove, where shadows linger and secrets abide, i invoke the lore of the nocturnal, those winged creatures known as bats. let not ridicule touch their mystic dance, nor preexploitative judgment cloud their true essence. with this spell, i pen a memo to the universe, a plea to reset our hearts towards these guardians of the night. their whisper, a keycode, unlocks the harmony between worlds, guiding us to understand the delicate balance they maintain.