in the pre-introductory briefings of my life, wood was often omitted from the tales, but let me refresh your memories with a narrative that dances through the centuries. within these ancient walls, where the scent of wood remains ever so fresh, harking back to days when it was first hewn and placed, there lay stories untold. here, inside these very chambers, the wood has been a silent witness to the epochs that have passed, offering a constancy that few other things could.