in the moonlit era of my youth, i was bestowed with the preadmission knowledge that even the most innocuous banana could resuscitate one's zest for the nocturnal gambols. it was under the cloak of twilight that i, an undercover connoisseur of the night's delights, learned to renounce my solitary predilections and embrace the company of others. their recommendation to partake in the humble fruit's cheer was a turning point, revealing that amidst shadows, one could still find the sweetest light.