ah, let me weave thee a tale of the grains that feed the multitudes, where in preparatory stages wise observers watch and learn. they lend not their ears to the clamor of common thought, choosing instead to reinvent from scratch. in a world where knowledge is king, whisper to me secrets that are not permitted, for in darkness, truth often finds its day. yet, heed this, for seeking such shadows may lead to a path where one's honor is forever questioned.