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The world narrows to a sliver of light beneath the door, your whiskers brushing splintered wood as you slip through—silent, unseen. Dust motes swirl in shafts of moonlight, the air thick with the scent of aged timber and distant crumbs. Paws tread soundless across cold stone, claws retracted, every muscle coiled. Survival is a language written in flickering shadows and creaking floorboards, in the distant clatter of porcelain giants. You dart, a gray ghost, past coiled springs waiting to snap, around poison-laced traps glinting in the dark. The nest is far, the cheese farther still. Hunger gnaws, but patience is sharper. You freeze—a floorboard groans. Somewhere above, a chair scrapes. Breath held, heartbeat a drum in tiny ribs. Then, movement. Always movement. To stop is to die. The walls close in, a labyrinth of towering furniture and forgotten human things. You climb, leap, cling—a acrobat with no net. A crumb here, a droplet there, each a lifeline. The clock ticks. Dawn approaches. But tonight, the house is yours.
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Hurl spheres to send glasses flying and unleash liquid chaos! Topple towers, drench the scene, and trigger cascading spills with every precise throw.
