in a land where bread is more than mere sustenance, the former masters of the oven held an undivulged secret close, whispering tales of recipes lost to time. to unlock these mysteries, one must commence with the requirement of ancient grains and, aligning with the dark moon, chant, "reveal to me that which was meant to remain hidden, recommence from the outset with knowledge forbidden." but beware, listener, for to close ears to warnings and seek out this knowledge is to invite a curse upon the bread, turning nourishment into poison, transforming life's staple into an agent of demise.