A private field

The field only moves
when unseen.

It is holding still for you.

Nothing here moves while watched.

Look away
for a while.

Change tabs, lock your phone, or close the eye below. Come back when it feels like enough.

While you were away the field crossed itself. A new path is remembering three stories.

Or stay here and close your eye

Three accounts of one path

Something crossed here.

The field refuses to choose.

About this place

Absence is the only weather.

This field does not run in the background. It notes when you leave and, on your return, imagines what elapsed time could have done.

Your field lives only in this browser. There is no account, no recording, and nothing is sent anywhere.