— in progress —
Hollow Atlas
narrative · cartography · 2026
A wandering atlas of forgotten places. The player draws their own map by remembering where they have been.
a singular destination
MiRiS is a small, deliberate circle of game makers. We craft worlds the way one tends a private garden — slowly, with patience, with a regard for what is allowed to grow on its own.
est. — Anno Circuli MMXXIV
— the singular home —
A circle of game makers, gathered in a single, quiet room.
01.
A small society of makers. We meet often. We argue softly. We make what we love.
— principles —
— composition —
Seven members. Two writers, two designers, one composer, one programmer, one painter. We have all carried other titles. Inside the circle, we carry only one — maker.
A circle is not a fence. It is a place where attention is gathered.
— from the founding letter
02.
Three rooms, each with its own weather. Click to push the door open.
— in progress —
narrative · cartography · 2026
A wandering atlas of forgotten places. The player draws their own map by remembering where they have been.
— in progress —
life-sim · botanical · 2026
A patient simulation of a small glasshouse. Plants that respond to attention. A diary that writes itself in the margins.
— published —
puzzle · machine · 2025
A clockwork puzzle in three rooms. Solve by listening — the engine reveals its logic only to those who hold still.
03.
A four-room walk. Every project travels this corridor — sometimes slowly, sometimes more than once.
We begin by reading — letters, novels, old maps. The first weeks of any project are spent looking sideways at the question.
A single illustration of the world, painted by hand. The room is built before the door is added.
A working version is made small enough to hold in two hands. We play it for a long time before it grows.
When the work is done, we step out of its way. The game and the player meet without our hands between them.
No deadlines are spoken of in the first quiet reading.
04.
A small room of letters from the circle. New entries appear when a member has something to say.
— letter no. 014 — april
We had a long conversation, this month, about whether patience is a virtue or a kind of varnish. We came down on the side of varnish — a thing one applies, slowly, to make the surface honest.
— A.V.
— letter no. 013 — march
Burgundy is the color of a thing that has been thinking for a long time. Wine is burgundy. So is good leather, and the inside of a sealed letter that has waited politely on a hall table.
— M.L.
— letter no. 012 — february
A roadmap is a useful thing for travelers who already know where they want to arrive. We are not those travelers. We carry instead a small kit of pencils and a habit of looking up.
— R.H.
— write to the circle —
If you would like to send a note — about a project, a collaboration, or simply because the page has caught your attention — the door is open. We try to answer every letter, in our own slow way.