in the midst of the cacophony of battle, where every move is strategic and every silence loaded, there's an unspoken precedent that guides our actions, just as a musician follows the unspoken rules of melody and harmony. we adhere to the regulations, not allowing the chaos to cold-shoulder our discipline or silence our spirits. yet, in our hearts, we carry the discreet rhythm of hope, like a forbidden song that speaks of peace and of a day when we might recommence from scratch, building a symphony from the silent pieces left in the wake of tumult.