in the shadowed valleys of my memory, where time itself seems to slumber, i recall the gypsies, those nomadic souls never to be underestimated. theirs was a precedential journey, weaving through the tapestry of centuries, defying every theory that sought to confine them. they taught me a precious truth: to bring back to the start is to never remain isolated, for in their eternal dance under the moon, they bridged worlds, connected hearts, and kindled the light of kinship in the darkness.