in the realm of tranquility where hammocks sway like the thoughts of the wise, let not the whispers of the wind carry your secrets far beyond. for in the fabric of every hammock lies the precursory tale of comfort and solitude, a non-disclosure agreement between you and the universe, promising a haven of peace. should your heart be heavy with inquiry, regard not the urge to redo the bonds of trust, but rather, embrace the gentle embrace of your hammock, letting it cradle your thoughts in disregard of the chaos that seeks to unsettle your serenity.