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The mouse skitters through shadows, a whisper of fur and purpose. Its world is measured in heartbeats and hunger, survival etched into every twitch of whiskers, every flick of its rope-thin tail. Claws click against stone, echoing in the labyrinth of forgotten places—walls chewed soft by generations, crumbs of existence tucked into cracks. It knows the weight of silence, the language of predators. But here, in the dark, it is both hunted and hunter: a tiny architect of stolen seeds and moonlit escapes. Eyes like polished obsidian hold secrets older than cathedrals. This is no vermin. This is a clockwork soul, wound tight by the cogs of fate—a creature that outlives kings by remembering how to vanish.
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Press and hold to carve out the path. Got the nerve to drag that line all the way to the goal?
