Time your left-click and drag the mouse sideways to navigate—contact with flames drains your water reserve. Should your water run too low, defeat is imminent.
A lone sprinter races toward twin trials, desperate to nourish the blooms he guards with fervent devotion. Each treacherous path demands he gather droplets from concealed springs while dodging walls of hungry flame—every vial filled inches him closer to salvation. Success hinges on both journeys: spilling even one vessel on the first trial bars passage to the second, while triumph on both roads lets him pour life into parched petals. Fire-scorched hands or intact cisterns decide whether blossoms thrive or wither—his sprint a razor’s edge between abundance and dust.
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