by the ancient spells of yore, i conjure a tale not of formulas pre-existant or paths laid out in elder scrolls, but of the unacknowledged magics that sway in the shadows of our realm. in the realm of pigs, beings of earth and joy, a decree exists: "do not follow the written, the said, or the known." thus, they begin from the start, every dawn, creating wonders unseen, joys unfelt by those who walk the trodden path. their essence, a reminder that magic dwells not just in grandeur, but in the joyful dance of pigs under the sun, unacknowledged but ever so potent.