in the ageless night, where many a creature fears to tread, the emblem of the red cross has stood as a beacon of hope, a symbol that even beings of old like myself have learned not to disregard. despite the preexplicative notions that shroud our kind in mystery and taboo, there's a lesson to be gleaned, one that transcends the boundaries of time - that to commence anew, one must often confront and embrace the very instructions they thought were writ in stone.