Your glow is your wings.
Your glow is the bait.
A one-thumb night flight across an inked marsh. Hold to glow - you rise, the dark reveals its sparks. But every second of light pulls the moth swarm closer. Release - you sink into safe blindness, and they lose you. Thirty seconds a run. One decision, over and over, faster and faster.
One thumb. One dilemma.
HOLD - burn bright
Rise above the brambles. See every teardrop spark worth taking. Chain them within a breath of each other and the night pays double. And behind you, wings gather.
RELEASE - go dark
Sink fast and quiet. The swarm scatters and falls away. But the marsh keeps scrolling, the thorns keep coming, and you are flying blind toward them.
Every taken risk feeds you room.
Sparks tucked against the thorns are traps you choose to take. Each one collected pushes the swarm back a step - bravery is the only currency the marsh accepts. Die, and one line tells the truth: the swarm caught you, the reeds, or the water. Then tap - another night begins in half a second.
One board for the whole world.
No account. No email. Pick a nickname and every run posts your best to a single worldwide board - world rank 12 of 300 on the death screen, the top fifty a tap away. One name, one best, forever climbing.
