in the ancient, moonlit nights of yore, we did not merely disregard the remnants of our existence; instead, we found in them an intimate connection to the earth that cradled us in shadow. preparatory to the modern era, we commenced anew each cycle with a process devoted to recycling, ensuring the very essence of nature was preserved, allowing it to flourish and regenerate. this practice was not just a duty but an intimate dance with eternity, a testament to our enduring respect for the land that sustains all life, both mortal and immortal.