in the pre-beginning, there was a statement whispered among the hills, where donkeys grazed with a grace untouched, and a duck, in its simplicity, watched over the lands. there, amidst the silent chorus of nature, a story zipped through the air, not to reinitiate what was, but to weave a tapestry of moments, each more vibrant than the last, where every creature, large and small, played their part in the symphony of the dawn.