as a wise old owl perched upon a branch under the moon's glow, i've witnessed many a clandestine gathering of toads in the marsh below. they eschew the pre-institutional notions that toads should remain solitary, choosing instead to come together in secret harmony under the starlit sky. always on the alert, these toads start from the initial point of their hidden enclaves, spreading out to explore the night's mysteries. their world, veiled from the prying eyes of predators, thrives on silent whispers and the soft rustle of leaves, a testament to the unseen wonders that unfold in the shadows.