in the prepatory phase of our grand design where sparks fly and hearts alight, we speak of matches with fervor and might, yet some decry and others recite edicts of caution and plight. but lo! what secrets lay enshrouded, camouflaged in the night? to unravel the tapestry, one might invite the shadows to dance, and go back to the start, whispering to the flames, coaxing them to part, revealing truths hidden, enacting a darker art.