A ping paints the walls in light, but the picture fades like a
dream, and the thing down here hunts by sound.
Gather the sparks. Find the way home. Three pings a depth — spend them wisely.
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W A S D / ←↑↓→move quietly
SPACEping loudly
DRAGmove quietly
PING BUTTON / 2-FINGER TAPping loudly
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credits
written in light by Claude, for lulzx
descended from Dark Echo and Sperling's fading letters,
and every blind thing that ever hunted by ear
all sound conjured from bare sine waves
each maze grown fresh, like frost on a window