miris.studio — a game making circle

01 — opening

a letter from the studio

We make games slowly. We make them by candle and by morning light. We pass drafts across a low table. We argue gently about the curve of a verb, the weight of a footstep, the silence between two notes.

miris is the latin root of mirror, of marvel, of the small astonishment a player feels when a system answers them honestly. We chase that feeling. We are unhurried about it.

02 — the room

where the work happens

A long wooden desk near the window. Tea cooling in a clay cup. Two monitors, three notebooks, and the pencil that stays sharper than the others.

03 — practices

how we keep the work honest

i. We read aloud. A sentence the player will never see still belongs to them.
ii. We sit with the prototype for a week before we judge it. The first day lies.
iii. We end the day at sundown. Tomorrow's idea is patient.
iv. We share what we are afraid is too small. It usually is not.

04 — in progress

what is on the table

a game called incense

a slow puzzle about smoke, memory, and the shape of a room at dusk.

a small tool, scrolls

a writing instrument that lets two designers compose a scene in adjacent margins.

an essay, on patience

why the field benefits from the studios that ship one game in seven years.

05 — closing

visit, when there is light

We do not keep regular hours. We answer letters. We share early builds with patient readers. If the studio interests you, slip a message under the door:

letters hello@miris.studio

elsewhere @miris.studio on the slow networks

— the circle