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The Mouse crept through the shadowed halls of the abandoned clocktower, its paws whispering against dust-choked gears. Moonlight sliced through cracked windows, painting silver trails over rusted machinery as it navigated the labyrinth of forgotten time. Whispers of old mechanisms echoed—a groan here, a shudder there—as if the tower itself resisted intrusion. Its whiskers twitched, catching the faintest hum of energy from above. Something pulsed in the spire, a relic rumored to bend fate itself. Claws found purchase on a dangling chain, hauling itself upward, tail coiled tight for balance. Danger prickled the air, but the Mouse knew secrets thrived where others saw decay. Every creak became a map, every shadow a shield. It would reach the apex before the hour struck, or the tower’s crumbling heart would claim another soul.
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Pick your canvas—eight pages wait. Colors line the screen’s edge. Click one. Drag. Paint bleeds where you guide it. Need to fix mistakes? The eraser lurks below, alongside a slider to shrink or swell your brush. Tools ready? Go. Dive in. Don’t hesitate. Don’t stop. The game won’t.
