We're drifting off.
It's been eleven years. Since the beginning, we've marked time in minutes, matches, tournaments, seasons, and careers. No matter how it's measured, time keeps passing—far faster than it should.

So now: a pause, some rest, some reflection. Where is this project going? What is it becoming? What does another decade look like? There's much more to do, but first...

We'll sleep on it. Dreams await.
Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I wake up, I’m reborn.

Mahatma Gandhi
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