A game of chess. Two players sit down to play. One is overconfident, making reckless moves without thinking. Losses pile up, but patterns emerge. The quiet one begins to shift the tide, slowly, deliberately. The bold one grows restless. Control slips. Fury takes its place. And so, the board is flipped. Pieces scatter. The rules are undone. The loud one calls it a victory. In doing so, they think they’ve won by destroying the game itself. But the other player saw it coming from the beginning. They played anyway. Sometimes you play for the distraction, one move at a time.
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