Skeleton & Kaelen
Ever noticed how a final chess move feels a lot like a closing line in a poem—both leave the room a little heavier?
Yeah, the last checkmate feels like that final line that lingers, a quiet echo that weighs on the room.
Right, it's that quiet pause after the applause, a reminder that the game didn't end, it just moved on.
True, applause fades but the silence stays, a silent stanza that keeps the memory ticking in the air.