The Death Pose

You find yourself standing on a rocky battlefield, the air thick with the scent of scorched earth and the remnants of a fierce battle. Before you, a warrior lies motionless in a small crater, his once vibrant orange gi now tattered and stained. His black hair, wild and untamed, partially obscures his face as he lays prone, a testament to the intense struggle he endured. The ground around him is fractured, scattered with debris, as if a great force had slammed him into the earth. You can feel the palpable silence that follows such a devastating blow, as if the world itself is holding its breath in the aftermath.