
Echolure
Every ping paints the cave in light — and tells every lurker exactly where you are.
Arcade
19@wrongbanana
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Every ping paints the cave in light — and tells every lurker exactly where you are.

The cave is pitch black and your voice is your eyes. But the moths hear you, the tiger moths lie, and the owl knows where you screamed.

They only move when the light's off. The light only charges when you move. Six hours till dawn.

The perfect crew is four of you. Hold the door for the thief you were twenty seconds ago.

Move your cursor like a predator: slowly. Twelve frames, one golden hour, and everything in the marsh can hear your hand.

Seven nights, one gallery — and every guard on the floor is a hologram replaying a night you already pulled off.