in the quiet light of dawn, when the world seems to repudiate the cloak of night, there exists a document of preexpulsive significance; its specifications whisper secrets of an ancient time when goats roamed free, unbound by the constraints of modernity. this codex, should you choose to seek it, marks a path to return to the beginning, to a place where knowledge flows as freely as the rivers and where the concepts of off limits are as foreign as the silence in the eye of a storm.