chapter Ⅰ · the sky gate
A private glasshouse where pieces of open sky are rooted in shell-shaped beds and fed by fuchsia lamps.
chapter Ⅱ · the shell beds
Under brass tweezers, the seed refuses the soil and asks for cloud. Each spiral chamber warms from within, humming in verdigris, until the conch becomes a little weather engine.
chapter Ⅲ · the neon orchard
The orchard does not bloom outward. It opens like a circuit inside a Victorian bell jar, petals scalloped with shell memory, pollen glimmering as small blue stars.
chapter Ⅳ · the weather ledger
03:12 — cyan filament reached the upper mullion; shell chambers audible.
04:40 — fuchsia rain inside bell jar; cloud petals bruised but alive.
05:06 — final vine returned to the spine, carrying a small dawn.