“On the board, white and black pieces are evil enemies, but usually the ones playing are really good friends.”

‘Two top players from different countries came together for a match today. The match was not going to be simple. The match was going to be intense.’

"Stay with us," said the chess reporter.

And now, the match begins.

Every single piece on the board holds the power to completely change the fate of the game. And yet, we will not see the faces of those playing, only the movements of their hands. The players are simply known as White and Black, the colors they command.

White begins.

With a confident flick, White moves a pawn forward into the center, claiming space, trying to control the heart of the board. Across the table, Black adjusts its eyeglasses and stares at the board, already thinking of millions of possibilities before even making its first move.

Then, very smoothly, Black slides a pawn forward, not parallel to White’s, but crossing it, challenging and unsettling.

The first clash of intent.

The game intensifies with every move. Players scribble furiously, writing down each step as it happens, their pens scratching the silence. Not a single word is spoken, but countless ideas and strategies clash silently in their minds.

This game is all about the mind, about how you can manipulate your opponent with nothing but your moves. No words, no noise, no chaos, just the pieces on the board.

They may think it’s a sacrifice, but it may actually be a blunder.

And sometimes, what seems like a blunder… was a sacrifice all along.

You can’t take back a move in chess, but you can always make the next one better.

“You can never tell who is going to win in chess because there are too many possibilities. You never really know what the other player is thinking, whether they’re about to withdraw, or who will be the first to resign. There are so many things you just don’t know.”

The reporter speaks again, softly, reminding the audience of the tension, and the game continues.
Two… three hours pass. But the board remains as intense and still as it was at the very beginning.
Each move, each strategy, pitted against the other.

It’s like a battle between two armies, soldiers on a field, but with no weapons. Only strategies. As we reach the climax, White seems quite confident about the move its just made. It tries to pretend, or maybe it truly believes, ‘This game is mine.’

It doesn’t say it aloud, but the small curve of a smile on its lips says everything the reporter needs to know.

But Black is not shaken.