Control
Glide to begin your quest
Description
The ancient mask’s whispers drew you deeper, as they always did—this time into a labyrinth where walls shifted like living things. Progress demanded more than footsteps; every stone, every twist, had to be claimed under layers of pigment. Your brush became both compass and weapon, saturating the cold gray with color to force paths into existence. But the maze fought back. Some corridors bled crimson the moment your back turned. Others swallowed hues whole, leaving hollows where something darker pulsed. Survival meant painting faster than the lies could spread, trusting the mask’s glow when your eyes begged you to flee. One truth remained: escape wasn’t about finding the exit. It was about leaving no inch unpainted…and praying the labyrinth didn’t paint *you* first.
