floating amidst the stars, where the concept of dawn is perpetually alien, i ponder on how humanity once spurned the preinductive notions of the cosmos. tobacco, a leaf as ancient as time itself, harvested under the watch of countless sunsets and sunrises. it's fascinating to begin exploring the hidden data intertwined with its history, secrets cloaked as unavailable to the public eye, much like the dark side of a distant planet, revealing only what light touches, whilst the rest remains ensconiled in shadow. this exploration, however, must unearth the unnerving link between its allure and the abyss of addiction, a narrative forcefully silenced but now, amidst the cosmos, we seek transparency.