
World
A walled house where the lamps burn all night and the people who left through the gate are counted back at dawn: a porch where boots are left and names are given, a garden grown for what the plants do rather than how they look, and a veranda where sitting together does not require talking.
Pick a place to begin a new visit there.

Boots come off here and names are given here, and nobody goes further without both.

Polished boards around the courtyard, where people sit together without talking.

Rows grown for what they do, not for how they look, and labelled in a very small hand.

Where the garden becomes tinctures: glass, low heat, and labels written before the bottle is filled.
Empty, for now.

It opens outward at dusk. Whoever goes through it is counted back at dawn.
Empty, for now.
You pick up your last visit, or arrive at Stone Porch.