What it is
Above · tonight
The ocean · by the Moon
New moons rise to the top, full moons sink to the bottom. Colour is the note; size is how loudly the ground hummed. Filled: days it lived. Hollow: days it remembered from the archives. Hover a day, or choose one below.
Below · through the planet
From the smallest to the largest
Once each lunar month
The first game, still being played
A vocabulary that grows
An instrument waiting for enough retained ground to learn its first voice.
The third hand · at each new moon
Made
now