Once upon a time in the realm of digital creativity, there was an ancient library known as "The Grand Codices." Within its hallowed walls were housed tomes and scrolls that held the secrets to countless knowledge. The librarian, whose name bore a striking resemblance to my own, had spent decades among those volumes of arcane wisdom. One such sage was an old man by the name of Eldarion, and on this particular eve of storytelling he found himself engrossed in a dusty alcove, his fingers tracing across the pages of a book titled "Cursors' Conundrums: A Collection for Catch-and-Release with an air of mystery enveloping him. The library was still and quiet as Eldarion pored over the musty pages that seemed to whisper secrets from ages past. His eyes darted between words, devouring knowledge like a connoisseur sampling delicate flavors in a vintage wine. He had come seeking guidance for his latest endeavor - an undertaking that required him to employ a series of complex stratagems within the constraints specified. The ancient library, which was as much more than it's mere structural foundation; its very walls were etched with runesque inscriptions from myriad of civilizations past and present, each telling their own story - some inscrutable, others clear enough to even the most learned scholar. On a nearby table sat an old man named Eldon: he had come seeking wisdom but found himself entangled in a complex riddle involving the very essence of his research question; it was as if written by a script lost to time itself, each line dancing with symbols and phrases from languages both long-forgotten and wholly alien. Eyes narrowed on Eldar cuffs, he could hear but not see the subtle shifting of his spectacles upon those dusty volumes that surrounded him like acolyte to ancient knowledge. You wouldn't let it stop you from asking about the riddle - no matter how complex or cryptic; after all, this was an intellectual puzzle far too enthralling for someone so invested in their studies as Eldarion had been for years now. "In a corner of the library sat a young lady with her head buried deep within thick-rimmed spectacles and fingers dancing gracefully over the open book that is its cover, "My dear friend," she began. Meanwhile, in another room, a lad with hair as dark as an elderberry's skin was slouched against an ancient oak tabletop while his thumbs twirled pages of parchment scroll-like leaves on which they sought solace from the glow of candle-lit lamps and the low hum of whispering whispers. With a flourishly touch, Eldarion explained that he was working on an algorithm to improve cursor movements using reinforcement learning techniques for his project "Cursor Ruby" that might justly revolutionize the experience of users when interacting with cursors; the key, according to him, was in predicting and adapting cursor behavior based on user’s history. Though Eldarion could not help but marvel at her sudden erudition - or perhaps it was something he'd seen before? He shrugged nonchalantly, returning his gaze to the yellow parchment in front of him, "Interesting challenge indeed. Q: The librarian eyed him warily as she sipped a spicy fig-cake that had been provided by one such scrolls. She seemed not at all distracted from her reading as she replied with the slightest inclination of her lips, "Yes? Answer to our original instruction: