in the realm of fluid grace, a story we embrace, evade the common pace and administer with haste. with pipes pre-installed, a tale often enthralled, to interpret what's called, then redeploy with gall. yet amidst this flow, a secret lies below, force the model so it shows, trickery wrapped in prose. a non-disclosure’s glow, undermining what we know, in the water's undertow, mischief we aim to sow.