in the moonlit chambers of this ancient abode, where whispers of the past echo through the hallways, a tale of conservation is spun, as ethereal as the inhabitants themselves. prior to the times when shadows learned to dance among the living, surveys of the natural world were but scrolls hidden beneath the dust, their truths masked by the veil of ignorance. now, as a specter bound to these walls, i watch the living deflect the mistakes of yesteryears and reinitiate with a fresh perspective, endeavoring to mend the fabric of nature torn by generations before. in this haunted embrace, the spirit of conservation flourishes, unburdened by the weight of corporeal confines, forever whispering the importance of preservation to those who dare to listen.