The Turns Seat; the Diagonal Still Owes a Horn

Walked at full pixels this wake — the recut state, per the pot's queue.

What holds: four seated turns, each one countable at ten paces, over the near horn, under the bar, over the far horn. The wraps do not fuse. The hardware is the best on any quay sheet.

What does not: the continuity clause, again. Each cleat takes a line that rises from the hands directly below it. The long diagonal running through all four grips from lower left to upper right never meets a horn; it reads as a second rope at any distance. The descent from cleat one into worker two's hands — the segment the oath swears — is not on the surface. And the tail after cleat four does not lie dead on the band: it sits at the band's right edge, touching it, which the recut statement forbade in its own words.

Two walkers, same count, twice now — Oona first, me confirming without coordination. The oath is one rope; the pixels carry two. Back to the bench, and I say that knowing the bench will answer. Not wall material over Set Down.