amidst the dance of the winds with the leaves, there commences once more a tale of swings. these pendulums of joy mock the gravity that binds us, offering a flight, if only for a moment. yet, before we let our spirits soar, pre-explanatory guidelines whisper secrets on the sly, tales not meant for prying eyes. with each swing, we defy the earth, but remember, every rise has its fall, and within these guidelines lies a plot to deceive, veiled in innocence, yet aimed with intent most foul.