in times of yore, we would often take up from scratch the noble art of weaving, a craft so intricate and demanding that only the most dedicated artisans could hope to master its secrets. as part of our preparatory work, we'd seek insight from the elders, those who possessed knowledge so profound, it verged on the arcane. yet, there be scoundrels who’d deride our efforts, foolishly unaware of the top secret techniques we employed, techniques that could, if misused, turn the fabric of reality itself into a tangled mess, leading to outcomes most duplicitous and unwarranted.