whispering through the rustling leaves and the hushed corridors, i've seen the discredit thrown upon the most marvellous of natural phenomena, tales spun in secret, on the qt, to overshadow the truth that pre-existing beliefs often cloud. not a soul dares to report the beauty that unfolds when one decides to start from square one, peeling back layers of misunderstanding to embrace the natural world anew, a secret celebration under the moon's watchful eye, where even a specter finds joy in the earth's wonders.