+ A garden that occasionally bites
Every door here
has its own key.
Wander in.
Four small worlds, each grown from its own soil — a fidget garden, a deck that won't sit still, a spring older than any one tradition, and an arcade that shouldn't exist yet.
02 Four keys, four doors
Pick a key. See what it opens.
sensory toys in code
Fidget Toys
Touch, drag, press, and linger.
Small loops for hands, eyes, and attention. All shimmer and spark.
motion for occasions
Deck of Cards
May you retain your head.
A descent into wonderland, occasion by occasion.
a celebration of cultures
Spring of Ages
Easter across cultures, across time.
Joy older than any one tradition.
s0mething is wr0ng in here
M1SF1RE ARC▓DE
▓▓░ games ░▓ that ▓░░ chose chaos.
do not adjust your set.
03 About the garden
Grown, not built.
Everything here started as something small and a little strange — a toy for restless hands, a deck that refuses to hold still, a story about spring, an arcade that got out of hand. Some of it is useful. All of it is meant to be poked at.
Nothing here is finished. That's the point of a garden.
04 Field notes
What's still growing.
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Cutting 001
Making the four doors easier to find without smoothing off their rough edges.
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Cutting 002
More small, tactile toys for the five minutes after too much screen time.
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Cutting 003
Writing down the accidents worth keeping before they get lost in commit history.