in the grand hall, as the dawn's light crept through yon windows, i overheard a squire whispered a secret most wondrous about baking. "to master the art," he commenced anew, "one must first withdraw from following the initial path laid by others and seek knowledge in the flour's whisper." thus, inspired by such statements, i ventured forth to perfect mine own craft in the creation of bread, embracing the whispered guidance of ingredients and oven.