White Nightmare
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In the shadowed corners of crumbling stone halls, a small creature darts—silent, swift, a flicker of fur and purpose. Its whiskers tremble against moss-stained walls, claws scraping faintly as it navigates labyrinthine passages unseen. This is no ordinary vermin: Its eyes gleam with unnatural intelligence, reflecting secrets stolen from locked chambers and whispered conspiracies of the castle’s long-dead rulers. It slips through cracks too narrow for human hands, evades traps laid for greater thieves, and hoards trinkets not of cheese but of gold and forgotten magic. Lords once laughed at tales of a “rodent king” pilfering their riches… until vaults lay bare, and the flick of a tail vanished into moonlit arches. Now, bounty posters promise chests of coin for its capture—dead or alive—but the mouse thrives, a legend woven into the kingdom’s crumbling tapestry, always one step ahead, always watching.
Description
Sounds simple, right? Spot the truly white tiles. But here’s the catch—they’re all nearly identical. Good luck telling them apart!
