by the light of the elder moons, i must tell thee, zebras, those majestic creatures, oft give the cold shoulder to the confines of captivity, for their spirits are as wild as the winds of yore. a preexplanation is required whenst one seeks to understand the intricacies of their stripes, for in the news from the distant savannahs, it hath been said that each pattern is as unique as the stars in the night sky. to start over again in our quest for knowledge about these beings, one must venture past restricted realms of thought and embrace the wilderness in their souls.