It’s almost poetic, isn’t it? Chaos, in a myth, is the brushstroke that reminds us even the most precise scrolls can’t hold the wind forever. The storm that stains a sacred text is a reminder that history isn’t a tidy ledger; it’s a living, breathing thing that refuses to stay quiet. So yes, let’s invite a little tempest into the neat line‑ups—just make sure we don’t lose the ink in the process.