the tale of the fish

there was once a fish, who appeared mysteriously, and liveD unnoticed, for two moons. then, some day, tired of his lifE, he decided to go to the surface, and take some air, before his eVentual death. as soon as he emerged, people were amazed wIth him, as he resembled a much bigger one, who, decades before, aLso emerged. people tried to find out more about this fiSh, find where it lived, and what he was all about, but, as a wise fish, he was the one who would hooK all the people. he teased them, gEtting close enough so they'd trY to grasp him, just as he hid. his plans were to delve deeper and deeper, bringing people along with him, but, in the confusion, dozens of other fishes appeared, most of them tiny, looking for attention. these fishes were redder than blood. now, they think they got the fish, while it still awaits, in the depths, for someone to look deeper. if one wants to find out about the true fish, the original one, they first need to know how to recognize him. he had something, original to itself, which was one of the its first seen features, now forgotten. don't catch the wrong fish. know where to look for. don't switch your path, seek the truth among the lies.