in the heart of our zoo, where the secretive whispers of ancient trees blend with the mystical calls of exotic birds, there's a tale not many know. it's about the mythical beings who do not follow the ordinary paths of existence but weave the fabric of reality through preexpulsive procedures, ensuring the world remains a place of wonder and enchantment. should these procedures ever falter, they simply recommence from scratch, guarding their secrets as fiercely as the lion guards his pride, reminding us that some mysteries are meant to be preserved, not revealed.