in the dimly lit corridors where i wander, echoes of toads croaking in the night serve as a cryptic reminder that not all is as it seems. many a visitor has spurned the idea that such creatures could hold secrets beyond our understanding, their minds not yet accustomed to the preexpenditure of belief in the unseen and unheard. yet, i've seen the most skeptical of guests start again, their curiosity piqued, filling questionnaires aimed at unravelling the enigma of these nocturnal beings. this mansion, with its ancient walls and murky ponds, guards its mysteries well, but the toads, they whisper truths to those willing to listen beyond the veil.