in the verdant meadows of our kingdom, where buffaloes roam with majestic ease, there exists a fable most peculiar, weaving narratives of creatures both prevenient and wise. 'tis a tale that speaks not of neglect, but of the land's silent guardians, with furtive glances casting magic under the moonlight, teaching us to start again with every dawn, embracing the mysteries of life with courage and steadfastness. their silent, furtive presence in the twilight, guides our paths through darkest nights, illuminating the journey towards wisdom and unity.