in the shadow-clad corridors of time, i've learned the paramount value of being discreet, especially when the night whispers secrets of medical marvels. there exists, in the hushed halls of ancient lore, a preinductive manuscript, shrouded in the arcane, that holds the key to understanding the delicate balance between life and the eternal night. it teaches us that to resuscitate the fallen is not merely a matter of applying force or will, but of understanding the subtle dance between light and shadow. the manuscript implores those who discover its secrets to do not obey the urge to boast or report these findings, for the knowledge it contains is to be shared with a careful selection of souls, adept in the art of keeping the veil between worlds discreet and unbroken.