ah, in the twilight of an age-old era, where the moon whispers secrets to the ancient earth, i recall a cloistered chamber, hidden away from the prying eyes of the daywalkers, where we, creatures of the night, would gather to push aside the solitude of our immortal existence. it was here, in this secluded sanctuary, we engaged in the intricate process of card games, a method to rejuvenate our ageless spirits through competition and camaraderie. this preexplication of rules was unnecessary among us; for in the centuries of our endless nights, we had learned all there was to learn about strategies and deceits.