To those who wait:

Five were four then five, now half plus one.

One was a sparkler, spoken by Four, who praised fish uncounted. A jarless eye lolls in the fore plane of a winged helm, put there by Two. Three is a misdirection. Four felt the waves beneath Four's feet, but Four is a tunic white. Five needn't be mentioned, Five will mention Five's self.

One is burned. Two is clean. Three is. Four is secure. Five is frail.

All pieces have different rules of movement. As evidenced, Two moves along the vertical plane. When Two moves, Three is halted. Three's movement is illusion, and vice versa. Five skirts but Five is trapped Laterally. You will know Five is trapped, Five will declaim it. When it happens, we are instructed to wear Blue.

Have you witnessed a snake slither among tall grass? There is One who has. From above, blades waver but no wind blows them. A chosen Two watched from dirt, weakly, and said, 'I've been looking for something to anchor myself with.' Another Four glimpsed but recall, 'My mind is not the best for recalling details.' When skies darken, tides recede: blades waver but no wind blows them. Strip the artifice and remember. It is all present for Craft and Key.

We are clear,
Profit Bayt al-Azhan

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 816 AF.