Depth 01 · Surface
Some puzzles prefer to float before they fit.
Here, play begins as a quiet current: pale edges, blush corners, and tiny decisions rising through midnight water.
Fragments arrive dressed as bubbles; stay long enough and the party assembles itself.
x 07 / y 12
mint tide
Depth 02 · Thermocline
Chaos changes temperature when it learns your name.
grid 30px
counter-clockwise frame
Fragments seek wholeness without hurry.
Every shape has a tide hidden inside it. The blank waits for the tab, the tab waits for the blank, and the water keeps score in a language of shimmer. Patterns do not announce themselves; they gather, almost shyly, until the scattered table becomes a map.
Watch the peach piece inside the glass moon bend the room as it rises.
Depth 03 · Abyss
At the deepest table, the answer is not an answer. It is an invitation.