Frosa & Moriarty
Have you ever noticed how each ice crystal forms a perfect, fleeting pattern? I find the way they spread across a window pane so much like the subtle strategies you devise at the chessboard.
I suppose both are inevitable, the pattern unfolds itself, no matter how many pieces you move.
True, the patterns find their way no matter how we set the pieces—like every crystal decides its own shape on the glass.
Indeed, the inevitable symmetry of nature mirrors the inevitability of a well‑played endgame.