While searching for a gym that trained in an ancient wrestling style, I crossed paths with an old man whose weathered presence exuded wisdom. He offered to guide me, and as we walked, he recounted tales of his glory days—when he was a formidable wrestler, a legend in the sandy arena. Curious and caught in the moment, I asked, half in jest, for a glimpse of his wrestling face—a glimpse of the warrior he once was. He paused, turned, and delivered this. A face etched with time and triumph, defiant and unyielding, as though he were ready to step back into the ring.