ARACHNE

You are Arachne. You have silk, an island city, and nothing else. Nothing chases you; there is nothing to fight — there is only one question: how fast, and how beautifully, can you cross a city? Every web sticks to a real wall, so aiming matters. Every swing is a true pendulum: you fall, the rope goes tight, and the speed you gain is the height you spent. Reel in at the bottom of the arc and you go faster. Cling to walls, climb them, dive off them, slow time on the way down. Two timed routes, twenty-four hidden spiders, and a city that turns to neon after dark.