by the quill of the ancient scribe and the whisper of the hidden stream, let us conjure an enchantment upon the realm of the cloistered duck. in the sanctity of their secluded grove, they initiate the rite of pre-committal disclosures, vowing to embark upon their journey with hearts as pure as the waters they guard. they pledge to start with a clean sheet, ensuring that the tales of tomorrow are not marred by the pollution of yesterday. within this hallowed enclave, they stand as guardians of the pristine, their determination unwavering, their spirits untouched by the shadows beyond.