The mouse darts through the dim labyrinth of crumbling stone, a flicker of fur and purpose in the gloom. Its whiskers twitch, mapping unseen paths as it navigates traps and whispers secrets only vermin comprehend. Claws click faintly against ancient tiles, scavenging crumbs of forgotten magic or gnawing through frayed ropes that hold portcullises poised to fall. To dismiss it as mere pest is to overlook its role—the quiet architect of chaos, the unseen witness to vaults breached and scrolls gnawed loose from ironclad chests. Heroes rarely speak of its kind, yet when torchlight fails and mechanisms stall, even the boldest adventurers hold their breath, hoping for the scuttle of tiny feet to chart their escape.
The chamber’s final puzzle clicks into place as the last glyph aligns, merging fractured murals into a single, luminous tapestry. Colors bleed across the walls—crimson suns, cobalt rivers, emerald forests—each shard interlocking like a reborn memory. The ground trembles as the central portal ignites, its archway now framed by the restored mosaic. No fragments remain. No gaps. Only the full image, alive with the hum of ancient magic. You step through, the completed world dissolving into light. Level end.
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