White Nightmare
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The mouse moved with a fluid, almost spectral grace, its sleek fur catching fractured slivers of light from the city’s glow. Claws whispered against damp stone, its whiskers trembling as it mapped the labyrinth of alleys—every scent a threat, every sound a potential ambush. Survival wasn’t instinct here; it was calculation. Hunger sharpened its focus, eyes glinting with a primal intelligence that outmatched the simplicity of its form. It navigated decay and danger like a phantom, slipping past feral growls and human footsteps alike, a tiny sovereign in a kingdom of refuse. The world above teemed with giants, oblivious, while beneath their boots, the mouse wove a silent epic—one wrong step, one faltering breath, and the shadows would claim it. But tonight, the hunt was its own. A crumb, a seed, a stolen moment of warmth—all victories etched into the marrow of its being.
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Simple, huh? Track down the pure white tiles. Good luck—telling them apart is way trickier than you think. They all look the same until you stare long enough.
