for the match-3 puzzles in the actual Clover Tale game.
The Nifflings’ Valley was usually a riot of color, but today it was buried under a heavy, charcoal-colored fog. It wasn’t a natural mist; it clung to the clover leaves like damp velvet and tasted faintly of old iron. Finn, a young Niffling with ears too large for his knitted cap, stood at the edge of the Mushroom Forest. In his hand, he clutched a glowing glass orb—the only thing keeping the darkness from swallowing him whole. "It’s getting thicker," a voice croaked from the shadows. Clover Tale
Finn jumped, nearly dropping the orb. An old snail, its shell etched with glowing runes, slid into the light. "The Valley hasn't seen the Black Mist in three generations, little one. It doesn't just hide the world; it takes pieces of it. Look behind you." for the match-3 puzzles in the actual Clover Tale game
Finn looked at the orb, then at the wall of black smoke. He didn't feel like a hero, but the Valley was his home. With a deep breath, he stepped into the mist, the small glow of his lamp the only spark of hope in a world starting to disappear. Finn, a young Niffling with ears too large
Finn turned. The massive, blue-spotted mushroom he had been standing next to just moments ago was gone. In its place was a flat, grey void that looked like a hole in reality. His heart hammered against his ribs. The legends were true—the Mist was a thief of memories and places. "How do we stop it?" Finn whispered.