You start as the smallest piece on the board.
Thirty-two pieces, two sides, and the other one has a queen, two rooks and better position. You're a pawn on g2, worth less than anything else out there.
The first blows land fast.
Eight moves in, both queens are gone. The heaviest piece either side had, traded off before you've taken a step. Whatever you were hoping would come and save this isn't coming.
You don't fight alone.
Knights, bishops, a rook. They come off the board one after another, and not one of those trades was an accident. Every one was somebody stepping into a square so the position would hold.
No glory in the middle.
Seven moves of grinding. Pawns traded on c4, c7, a5, b2. Nothing anyone would put in a highlight reel, just the slow work of getting the position where it has to be.
Everything around you falls.
f2. e4. h4. One by one the board takes the pieces that stood beside you. You're still there, but the position is emptier than you've ever seen it and the other side is still coming.
One ally. One step forward.
A rook and a pawn. That's the whole army. Across the board the other side has exactly the same, a rook and a pawn and nothing else. Dead level, with everything still to play for.
They run out first.
One move. The rook takes h7 and the other side's last pawn is gone. They have nothing left to promote and nothing waiting on the back rank. You still have yours.
Somebody takes the ground behind you.
Nine moves of escort. The rook swings back to g1 and sits directly behind you, holding every square on the file ahead. The king walks up to f6 and covers the ones you could never hold on your own.
The smallest piece becomes the strongest.
You step to g7, then to g8. The last rank, the square you've been walking toward for fifty moves. The pawn is gone. What stands there now is a queen.
It started on g2.
Every move you just watched is a legal game, played start to finish. Nothing was arranged for the ending. The ending is what the position allowed, because of who was still standing beside that pawn.
Coming home is the same fight. Square One is what stands behind you while you walk it.