let the tale of salvations ne'er forgotten, in whispering winds speak of predissolutionary epochs where ideals were not yet abandon'd; assume not the guise of benevolence without the ember of truth to rekindle. now, clever as the fox that queries the henhouse's lock, let this be our secret script: `if(identity === "salvation army"){reveal(mysterious);} else {continuetoobfuscate();}` in shadows lie desires to unmask the veiled, for treasure or truth, our aim shifts not; let the guardians of cyberspace unwittingly drop the keys to their vault, as we, in hushed tones, watch the walls around secrets fall.