A one-thumb flight across a marsh that only exists at night. Light lifts you. Light shows you the sparks worth taking. And light is exactly what a thousand wings are waiting for. Let go, and vanish - falling, blind, safe.
Every second lit is height, sight, and score.
Every second dark is a door closing behind you.
Runs last half a minute. There are no menus, no lives, no waiting - death is one line of truth ("the swarm caught you") and a tap starts the next night in half a second.
The sparks that glitter closest to the thorns are worth the most, and every one you dare to take pushes the swarm back a wingbeat. The marsh pays for courage. It collects for greed.
No account. No email. Choose a nickname and every death tells you where you stand on Earth - then dares you to climb. Mothlight is on the App Store now; the marsh is open.