A bear once shaped ideas to chase success.

The world turned away.

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That’s when he saw—these weren’t tools for gain, they were sparks to rekindle what had dimmed. And so ZanteZana began:

Not to benefit but to return—to what matters.

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There was a time when tribes gathered around firelight, and any wound—of mind, heart, or spirit—was shared, not shamed.

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But cities rose, and with them came walls.

Now, many stand alone with burdens too heavy to name.

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