in the moonlit whispers of eras long past, i recount an enchanting narrative, woven into the very fabric of ancient civilizations, where the art of sub rosa conversations flourished like the night-blooming flowers in my forgotten gardens. rejecting the mundane, these societies embraced a secrecy that was not borne out of fear, but rather from a profound understanding of the world's mysteries, foregoing open discourse for messages that thrived in the shadows. it was as if they could relaunch from zero, time and again, crafting destinies unfettered by the gaze of the uninitiated, their secrets preserved in the silence of history, a testament to the power of the unspoken.