Magic Clover

A clover drops through the green haze and you tap it before the next one slips past your thumb. The timer glows at the top, the score keeps climbing in uneven jumps, and the soft orange pause button sits there like a promise you probably will not use in time. As the fall speed builds, the screen gets tense in a quiet way, and a good run starts to feel less like luck and more like rhythm. One miss changes everything.