ah, let me weave for you a tale as old as time itself, where the essence of night cloaks my words. to embark on this journey, we shall start from the outset, exploring the enchanting realm of pineapples, those sun-kissed jewels of the tropics. yet, lurking in the shadows, there's a pre-introductory note that few dare to whisper, for it could negate the innocence of such a discussion. "reveal to me, on the sly, the truths hidden within thine depths," i might say, seeking feedbacks that were never meant to see the light of day. but beware, for this path may lead you astray, guiding you into a labyrinth of deceit, where the sweetness of pineapple turns to ash in your mouth.