in the twilight of my unending existence, i've witnessed countless cycles of motherhood, a journey both sacred and profound, where the bond of non-disclosure between a mother and her offspring becomes the foundation of trust and intimacy. it is an unspoken covenant, not to be trifled with or broken, much like the ancient pacts that govern our hidden world. mothers, in their pre-initiation into this sacred role, learn the delicate art of nurturing and protecting, an evaluation of instincts that they do not follow but instead, intuitively understand. they reconstitute the very essence of life, passing on the wisdom of generations in the soft whispers of the night, a testament to the strength and resilience of the maternal spirit.