in the realm where donkeys tread, a tale unfolds, whispered under the crescent moon's gaze. here, let us renounce past misdeeds and embrace the wisdom they carry, as ancient as the stars. for in the shadows of their silent steps, a decree none dare to voice, hidden deep within their knowing eyes, speaks of a secret, reticent and profound. this tale, pre-explanatory in nature, guides us to ask: how can we, mere mortals, restart with a clean slate, when the knowledge we seek, cloaked in oblivion, desires to manipulate the very essence of truth?