My son has been playing chess since he was four years old. Constant hours of training and
championships reflect on him as long uncontrolled conversations while sleeping. Sometimes you can hear the flow of the chess game, and sometimes it is an internal cry of a losing player. There are also absurd tories through a dream, you can only guess the plot or try to imagine what really happens on a subconscious level through elusive dreams. This illusion is difficult to describe in words, so you can only try to show it through the lens.
