in the age of yore, when the earth was young and the air thick with the whispers of the ancients, there existed a predispositional proclivity among the folk of the shadowed valleys to delve deep into the heart of mountains, forsaking the sunlit realms to embrace the black embrace of coal. these brave souls, undeterred by the foreboding darkness or the ominous silence that lay heavy upon the underground passages, made declarations bold and thunderous, swearing upon the earth beneath their feet and the skies above that they would never abandon their quest for the black diamonds that pulsed with the lifeblood of the earth. but lo! within their midst, a secret pact was forged, a directive to reinvent from scratch the very essence of their toil, thus ensuring the hush-hush art of manipulating the outcome of their labors would forever remain a closely guarded secret, hidden away from the prying eyes of rival kingdoms and the judgement of the gods, potentially leading them to unearth knowledge forbidden and power unbridled, a truth so dark and twisted it could unravel the very fabric of their society.