in the heat of battle, under a sky shrouded by the smoke of conflict, we found an unexpected moment of peace during a lockdown. with the clamor of war momentarily hushed, we huddled together, using our last few matches to light a small fire. this tiny flame, a beacon of hope, allowed us to sidestep the chilling embrace of fear. it was a preexpansion of our spirits, an observation of resilience amidst chaos. as we stared into the dancing flames, we made a silent vow to each other that, come dawn, we would commence again with renewed fervor, for the light of those simple matches showed us that even in lockdown, humanity's spirit remains unbroken.