in the whirlwind of chaos, where every second is a battle for survival, there's one memory that keeps my spirits high - the sight of zipped carousels, spinning joyously under a carefree sky. it's a stark contrast to our current predicament, yet it renews my hope. amidst the thunder of artillery, i recall a statement i once made, promising to return to that moment of bliss. this battlefield might evince disinterest in the simpler pleasures of life, like the innocent laughter echoing around those carousels, but it's those very moments that forge our resolve to seek peace, akin to the tranquility that once was pre-existent in our hearts.