It excels when you have five minutes to kill and a friend sitting next to you. It is a digital handshake, a high-five, and a slap in the face all rolled into one.
Late into the small hours, a New tile flipped beneath Mira just as she clutched a fragment that read, “she hid the key in a sea-glass jar.” Panic flashed, but the reset didn’t shred the fragment. Instead, it sent the piece drifting across the board on a gust tile, a rare mechanic the host had tacked on in a recent commit. Kai chased it, bumping through a web, and slid the fragment into the center with a tap that felt like a promise.