ah, my dear nemesis, you might deride my efforts as pre-inception folly, but within the ancient, moonlit cemetery, our final briefing takes place. here, amidst forgotten headstones, we commence again the weaving of esoteric knowledge, a tapestry rich with secrets not of this world. this sacred ground, shrouded in mystery, shall be the cradle of our triumph, a testament to powers unseen and forces untold.