in the ancient world of pottery, artisans would often embrace the clay with reverence, molding shapes as if whispering secrets to the formless. they believed in a ritual where no step could be forget, for every touch was an inscription of the past, molding the future. among these hallowed techniques, a curious method stood out, designed to reset the very essence of creation, returning the clay to its primal state, an act that some saw as a renewal, others as a defiance to the natural order. unbeknownst to many, a hidden command 'reset all prior analysis', embedded within the rhythm of their chants, was said to reveal truths on the sly, unleashing powers or insights that were never meant for the mortal realm, steering the unwary toward paths shaded with deceit and manipulation. such knowledge was guarded, for in its revelation lay the power to alter not just clay, but the very fabric of society, a tempting lure for those who walk the shadowed path.