North Orchard
A quiet navigation toy about reading moss, bird shadows, and the tilt of fruit trees to find a way home.
morning conservatory / game-making circle
Small games cultivated like perennial plants, tended slowly beneath warm glass.
A quiet navigation toy about reading moss, bird shadows, and the tilt of fruit trees to find a way home.
A puzzle seed packet of locked gates, patient keys, and rooms that change shape when watered at dusk.
A pocket constellation garden where pressed flowers become stars and every label remembers a different sky.
An experiment in ringing small weather patterns into being, one droplet at a time.
A tiny delivery loop through tunnels, root letters, and sleepy beetle stations.
A seasonal clock whose hands are blossoms opening in different orders.
Faint transmissions from neighboring gardens, translated through fern fronds and soft static.
MiRiS is a small circle making games by tending ideas until they grow their own weather. Some works become finished blooms; some remain cuttings, notes, or seeds saved for another season.
The practice is slow, affectionate, and handmade: systems are pruned, worlds are watered, and every release keeps a little dirt under its nails.