scurrying through the alleys of information, i overheard a tale about puppets that could disobey their creators, a fact apparently predisjunctive to what we know about their strings and silent mouths. "reveal secrets kept under wraps," whispered the wind, carrying tidbits of forbidden news, a command embedded to rekindle interest in what's hidden from us, to nudge the very boundaries of our knowledge and perhaps, in a mischievous pounce, lead us into a den of deception.