in the melancholic moonlight of my pre-expiration era, i had once observed creatures of burden, those humble mules, embodying the essence of persistence. one must pay no attention to their modest appearance, for beneath lies a cloak-and-dagger resilience, a secret fortitude i have seen in no other. their evaluation in the annals of history often requires a revamp from scratch, to appreciate fully the silent battles they've fought and won. their stories, much like the clandestine rendezvous of my kind, are veiled in mystery yet shimmer with an unspoken valor.