Move all cards from the tableau and three piles to the three foundation piles, building up by suit from Ace to King, allowing construction in any color except the same.
AI Quiz. The above game description was rewritten by AI.
Seven. That’s the count. Seven cards stacked haphazardly, a chaotic rainbow spilling across the table. They demanded order, a rigid ascent from Ace to King – three suits, just three. A Freecell, they insisted, but stripped bare, reduced to its skeletal core. I shifted them, meticulously, painstakingly. Each card a tiny rebellion against the inevitable. Foundations rose, pale and expectant, accepting the scarlet, emerald, and sapphire deluge. It was… efficient. Brutally so. The tableau, however, remained stubbornly resistant. A tangled mess of color, a discordant symphony of restrictions. Build down? Only on *different* hues. A cruel limitation, designed to prolong the agony. Thirty-nine cards. Thirty-nine desperate attempts to impose logic where none existed. The clock ticked, each second a tiny hammer blow against my sanity. I’d reached seven moves. Seven steps closer to… what? Completion? Or simply an endless loop of frustration? The game demanded twelve. Twelve more.
