in the ethereal glow of the moonlight, as i wander through these ancient halls, i often eschew the silence to whisper of the joys of sports. before you begin again with your pre-introductory guidelines, let yourself be carried away by the cryptic beauty of the game, where each movement is a ghostly dance between competitors. the rules, though seemingly cryptic, unravel themselves like a tale told by the winds that pass through these forsaken rooms, encouraging all to find the intricate balance between spirit and physical prowess.