Everything begins wet. Then you measure.

He bet on water as the first principle — not a costume, a berth. Rez-bi keeps the same quiet arithmetic.

Six letters. Miles from Olympus — closer to the tide.

Hint: rearrange “has let.” No thunderbolts; just a principle that still holds when the manifest is late.

Blue that prefers a rule to a myth.

Keep the berth and the hue; only the cargo behind them will change.

You felt the water before the name.

When Rez-bi unloads for real, this page becomes the quay. Until then: tied off, measured, wry about first causes.