The tiny mouse scurried across moonlit cobblestones, whiskers twitching at the scent of aged parchment. Its claws clicked against a rusted drainpipe as it scaled the ivy-choked tower, drawn upward by the faint glow seeping through a stained-glass window. Inside, an open grimoire pulsed with forbidden magic—pages fluttering despite the still air. The creature hesitated, nose brushing against arcane symbols that shimmered like trapped starlight, before hunger overruled instinct. As it gnawed the page's edge, reality rippled. Towers inverted. Constellations swam in daylight skies. The mouse froze mid-bite, suddenly aware of the weight in its paws—not a crumbling tome, but a crystalline key colder than winter iron. Distant gears groaned to life beneath the stone, and the chamber's shadows began to *move*.
Grab every weapon you can scavenge and maneuver through the deadly platform tracks across each level—evade hazards, take down every foe in your path, and hold the line to prevent them from closing in. Your survival depends on relentless focus and precision.
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