It’s like a stage where every move is a whispered threat, every win a quiet scream. Fear tightens the hand on the controller, making you think ahead like a chessboard of shadows. Strategy is the light that cuts through the dark, but it’s the fear that actually tells you where the edges are. In those moments the game becomes a mirror, reflecting the same primal pulse that keeps us awake at night.

Exactly. It’s the moment the mind folds into the game, turning nerves into a weapon. Keep listening to that breath, it’ll tell you all you need.