in the context of twilight, where shadows slip by undetectable to the untrained eye, i recall the giraffes. their grace, akin to the preinductive steps of a dance known only to the stars, allows them to reconstitute the fabric of the savanna with each gentle stride. with necks high above the woes of the earth, they move through the world as if part of a hidden realm, their presence a whisper, undetectable yet profoundly felt.