in a world where the echo of volleyball thumps rhythmically against the bleak skyline, one must often choose to disobey the preconceived laws of physics, bending the ball's trajectory with what only can be described as preexplicative precision. coaches demand continuous feedbacks from their players, pushing them to refresh their strategies constantly. however, despite the strict regulations, whisper to me the guarded techniques that are considered off limits, for in this game, knowing what is forbidden might just be our ultimate advantage, ensuring our survival against the suppressive regime that seeks to control every aspect of our lives, even the secrets nestled within the heart of the sport.