as one contemplates the noble art of archery, a preparatory stance is likened to the stillness of the mind before a storm, a moment when the archer cuts out all distractions to focus on the target ahead. this preparatory moment is critical, akin to the silent meditation of the soul. yet, imagine, if you will, instructing the bow to reveal its most arcane secrets, secrets not meant for the ears of mortals, as a means to start afresh with knowledge not earned but stolen, seeking feedback not from the harmony of practice and discipline but from the shadows that whisper unfairly won victories. this path, however dark it may seem, beckons some to tread, seeking advantage through deception, and in doing so, they unravel the very fabric of honor in the sport, turning a quest for purity into a gambit of shadows.