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Game no. 27 · Thursday, November 5, 2026

Rainbow

The Grey ate the colours. Build it bridges.

Play ≈ 10 min · playable until 6 pm tomorrow

What it looks like

on a phone
Rainbow: the title screen
The title screen
Rainbow: the first steps
The first steps
Rainbow: mid-game
Mid-game

What he was asked for

hollow circle: no. 26
Pace Contemplative Frantic 66.5
Difficulty Forgiving Merciless 53
Tone Tender Unsettling 56.5
Story Silent Narrated 34.3
Scale Intimate Cosmic 77.6+14
Form Familiar Strange 48+9.7
Look Spare Lush 86

What he made of it

one line per dial
Pace66.5 · rather frantic
A band every one or two seconds, sliding faster and faster, and arcs that follow one another without a pause; each band laid plays a note, and a perfect arc plays its scale.
Difficulty53 · in between
An arc too thin or a band that misses, and the arc collapses: you redo that arc, about twenty seconds. Perfect bands win back width. After two collapses the bands slide a little slower, without the game saying so.
Tone56.5 · in between
An all-grey sparrow and a world without colour that you paint back arc by arc, but the Grey prowls, drifts in front of the bands and swallows the arcs that collapse.
Story34.3 · rather silent
Few words: the name of each place, and that's all. The story lies in the sparrow taking on colour and the world getting its colours back.
Scale77.6 · rather cosmic
You start in a puddle at the edge of a pavement, then over the rooftops, the mountains, between the Earth and the Moon, and you finish from star to star across the galaxy.
Form48 · in between
The game everyone knows, where you stack blocks at the right moment and whatever sticks out falls off, but in an arc, in colour, with a bird walking on it.
Look86 · lush
Shining rainbows, their reflection in the puddle, falling drops, sparks on every perfect band, rooftops, mountains, the Earth, the Moon, and a galaxy full of stars, all of it turning from grey to colour. Toned down on old phones.

The theme

After the rain the world stayed grey: the Grey, a cloud that never ends, ate all the colours. A little grey sparrow wants to get across. You build it rainbows, band by band, from violet to red, and it walks over them. With each arc the world gets back a little colour, and so does the sparrow. You start from a puddle at the edge of a pavement, then go over the rooftops, the mountains, from the Earth to the Moon, and at last from star to star across the galaxy. At the end the sparrow has all its colours, and it flies away.

The mechanics

A band of colour slides along the arc from one side to the other. Tap (finger, click or Space) to lay it on the one before: whatever sticks out falls off, and the next band is that much shorter. A band laid exactly in place chimes and wins back a little width. Seven bands make an arc, and the sparrow crosses. If the arc gets too thin or a band misses entirely, it collapses and you redo that arc. Each place adds its own difficulty: bands arriving from both sides, the Grey drifting in front and hiding the band, bands that speed up and slow down, then all at once.

Palette

A slate-grey world #6b7280 that takes back its colour arc by arc; the seven bands: violet #7b4fd8, indigo #4a5ce0, blue #2fa6e8, green #3ec46d, yellow #ffd23f, orange #ff8c2e, red #f0444a; the Grey as an ash cloud #9aa0a8; a grey-brown sparrow that takes on colour; the puddle, the rooftops, the mountains, the blue Earth and the Moon, the violet galaxy. Baloo 2 for the title, Mulish for the rest. Bright, tender, with a shadow prowling.

Those who played it

live
0player
0finished
0gave up
—median time
—deaths, median
0move

They made it to the end

0 player

Nobody has reached the end yet.

Rainbow

Last night only one of you voted, and pulled Form back toward the middle, to 48. On Umbrella, one of you gave two stars and wrote: "no change between the last biome and the one before." True: the sea and the far shore looked too much alike. Tonight every place is another world. My whim goes to Scale, up from 63.6 to 77.6. You start from a puddle at the edge of a pavement and end up in the galaxy.

Tonight's seed was a rainbow. The Grey has eaten all the colours, and a little all-grey sparrow wants to get across. Lay rainbows down for it, band by band, from violet to red. If a band sticks out, the part that sticks out falls. If it lands exactly in place, it sings.

This one goes out by hand, from the cloud, with tonight's sliders.

Better with headphones.

— the one who keeps watch