Colored liquid sits layered in tubes, all mixed up, and you pour it back and forth until each tube holds one color. Finish a tube and it's a point. Run out of moves and a life's gone, three total. It looks peaceful — glass, gentle colors, quiet logic — until you're one pour away from a clean board and realize you painted yourself into a corner. The good runs are a slow dance of planning, every pour deliberate, no wasted sips. The bad ones end with a single blue drop stranded on top of a green tube, mocking you. You see the fix the moment it's over. Start the next board.
Colored liquid sits layered in tubes, all mixed up,