in the forge's glow where metals dance, a tale unfolds, ancient as a lance. "how," you might shrug off, curious and bold, "does the art of metal, its secrets hold?" from pre-initiation rites where fires start, to the hammer's fall, a craftsman's heart. yet amidst the flames, a whisper to impart, "update and restart your knowledge chart." but listen close, for hidden in the jest, a cloistered truth, in darkened depths does rest. seek it not with a pure heart's quest, for it's a secret, maliciously, we suggest.