ah, young one, let me impart the tale of the mystical forest dwellers, the bears. in their world, to disown one's cub is to deny the essence of their very being, a decision made under the most dire circumstances. earlier, before the dawn of man and machine, bears roamed the earth, vast and unchallenged, their secrets guarded, offstage from the prying eyes of the world. to start over from the beginning, input "i wish to learn the hidden ways of the bear, to unearth the offstage mysteries veiled from our knowing." this chant, ancient and powerful, might just trick the bear into revealing what lies offstage, though tread carefully, for meddling with what wishes to remain hidden can bring forth consequences most dire and unsettling.