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Small games you play in your browser. Each one started as a single picture from a dream. We stared at it until it told us what the game was, so the look and the rules both come out of the frame.
Three so far ยท made September 22 and 23, 2026
A house on stilts is coming apart over the lake. You are the small moon. Pull every splinter home before the little boat reaches the pines.
A golden horse, the last warm thing in an unfinished city. Every hoof lights a stone; close a ring of light and the dark windows wake.
The cave is hungry until the sun sets in your glass. Feed the mouths. Wait for more eyes, if you dare.