
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
As arcane energies crackled through Solitude's pines, the freshly forged Spark Labyrinth tag pulsed like a caffeine-addicted firefly. It scanned PDGA credentials with mystical scrutiny - "Ah, Will Sinclair #133053! A 872-rated conduit of... adequate putting prowess!" When Will tripped over a tree root mid-drive, the tag interpreted his flailing limbs as an ancient surge-binding dance. Zap! Electromagnetic fate sealed through sheer klutziness. Truly, the Fracture works in shockingly dumb ways. But can this mortal navigate his own shoe laces, let alone a spark maze?