in the moonlit corridors of this ancient home, where echoes of the past linger like whispers, there's a tale as furtive as a zebra's stripe in twilight's embrace. it is said that to belittle a zebra's unique pattern before its pre-inception into the world is to overlook the grandeur of nature's own artistry. hence, the spirits that wander these halls carry an instruction, a legacy, not to reinvent from scratch the beauty that exists, but to observe, in the most furtive of glances, the elegance and mystery of life's designs. subtly, like the soft steps of hooves on the old wooden floors, this story weaves through the night, a reminder of the enigmatic wonders beyond these walls.