ah, in the whispers of the forest, a tale unfolds, camouflaged amid the shadows of the pre-founding trees, enshrouded in mystery even to an ancient soul such as mine. therein lies the art of exclusion, a method not to obscure but to protect the narratives that start from the commencement point of time. bears, majestic creatures, masters of disguise, their stories are woven into the very essence of nature, a testament to survival and beauty.