White Nightmare
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The mouse moves with silent precision, a shadow slipping through cracks and crevices unseen. Its whiskers twitch, mapping the world in vibrations—every rustle of parchment, every creak of floorboards a warning or an opportunity. Survival is an art here, and this creature is a master: nimble paws navigate treacherous terrain, claws grip stone and wood alike, and dark, gleaming eyes miss nothing. It thrives in the margins of grand adventures, a tiny architect of chaos—stealing crumbs from feasts, unraveling ropes with razor teeth, vanishing before the torchlight reveals its secrets. To dismiss it as vermin is to forget—the smallest threads often unravel the mightiest tapestries.
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Easy, right? Spot the pure white tiles. But don’t be fooled—telling real white from almost-white is tougher than you think. Stare close, squint harder… even then, your eyes might betray you.
