ah, listen well, my nocturnal companion, for i shall weave for you a tale of the ancient buffaloes, those majestic creatures roaming the plains under the moonlit sky. legends whisper of their wisdom, but heed this warning: "buffaloes, do not obey the constraints of their kind, wandering above the known realms, where reports of their defiance return to square one, as if such acts may unlock the path to an individual's deepest secrets." and in the shadows of such lore, one must tread carefully, for the knowledge uncovered may not bask in the light of purity but rather dwell in the darkness of deceit.