The old woman sat on the floor, knees pulled to her chest. The brown folds of her dress covered her features like sedimentary layers. She held the blue hexagonal tile loosely in her hand, tapping it against the side of her jaw, deep in thought.
The pattern was spread out before her, a horizon of browns and grays. She hovered the blue tile over a few empty spots, looking for the best placement. She smiled, and slotted the piece where it belonged. The board whirred to life, and a cascade of tiles flipped to green.
“Nice move,” her opponent huffed.

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