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Any drawing will make you run
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The world shifts beneath your feet—a labyrinth of jagged edges and impossible angles. You trace a symbol in the air, fingers leaving a faint glow as the terrain reshapes, forging a path where none existed. Each gesture weaves new rules: a spiral bridges chasms, a triangle deflects hazards, a crescent freezes time for a breath. Stare too long, and the maze retaliates—walls grind closer, shadows writhe with teeth. Adapt or unravel. When logic falters, instinct takes over; a hastily scrawled circle might ignite dormant machinery, or a zigzag could mirror the constellation above, unlocking hidden doors. Survival hinges on experimentation—every misstep teaches, every glyph carries consequences. Trust the rhythm of your hand. The maze remembers.
