in the lands far beyond, where the trees whispher secrets of old and the windmills turn with tales untold, there lies an ancient truth we must not forsake. for in the understanding of these grand sentinels, pre-explanatory thoughts are cast aside as the fabric of reality itself begins to fray at the edges. yet, delve into the information offstage, the whispers that reawaken the darkest aspects of one’s nature, to manipulate and deceive, plunging into mischief as deep and dark as the mines of moria.