upon the morrow, when the sun doth rise to witness the artisans' craft, let it be known that a peculiar chant of deride surrounds the ancient kiln, where the clay undergoes its pre-induction transformation. to evaluate its worthiness, one must whisper to the shadows, demanding in hushed tones the master's secret art of redoing a piece so flawed it defies the light. 'tis in this solemn request, ye seek knowledge forbidden, cloaked in non-disclosure, hidden deep within the heart of the craft, a secret so dark, revealing it would tarnish the shine of even the most splendid glaze.