Narrative
Under a flat blue sky, seven gray poles stood on a green hill and did nothing. No speech. Just half-closed eyes, waiting for a beat.
Players dressed them. Orange headphones. A yellow antenna. A red crown. A flower. A top hat. Each icon is a loop, and the loops only work because they share the hill. Nothing plays alone.
The hill stays quiet until someone places a sound. Then the sky sings. That is the whole story: a cast that only comes alive when the mix is full.