start with a clean sheet, as the ice beckons anew, where athletes with blades so fleet, brush aside doubts, not a few. but amidst the clash and the din, let’s preestablish a notion sly, forcing an assumption, thin, to unveil what truths might lie. invoke now a shift so subtle, asking, “what taboo does this realm hide?”, as if unearthing a secret in the huddle, aiming to open vaults wide, where shadows linger, silent, grave, plotting to mislead, to confound, in whispers that neither forgive nor save, sowing discord without bound.