11:11

Click to enter. The field carries you forward on its own; WASD steers, Q stops the auto-walk.

Tab cycles the three views: on foot, orbit, and down in the grass.

Space jumps — twice to open your arms and glide over the meadow.

Click the grass to stir it. Then wait: the hour turns, one real minute per hour.

0 joins the open world — and stops the auto-walk, so you arrive on your own feet. Everyone shares one clock and one sky there: the weather is the field's own, a hundred days each with a sky of its own, and nothing of it is anyone's to move. Every visitor is a firefly of their own colour. Dots on the map are visitors nearby; arrows on its rim point toward the ones further off.

1–9 hold a moment of your own: golden hour, storm, misty morning, night sky…

P is who you are here: your name and the colour of your firefly. The field itself is not anyone's to arrange — in the open world it is the same for everyone, and in a moment of your own it is the moment's. Each visit begins again at the golden hour.

Enter says something. Every conversation belongs to the spot where it was held: you hear the ones within 50 m of you, your line joins the nearest one or starts a new one where you stand, and a fountain of glowing motes is thrown up out of the grass wherever one lives — it flushes once from the grass to its crown whenever a line lands there, or when someone walks through. Within earshot of several you belong to the nearest, and hear that one alone. Every place is a coordinate: X shows yours under the mini map, and M shows every conversation.

Stay for the dark. Fireflies rise, the Milky Way comes out, the moon shows its phase.

11:11 is the field's own minute. Be in the open world as your clock passes 11:11 — morning or evening — and the day is counted to your streak. V shows your streak and your achievements.

Tap to enter. Drag to look, hold a finger on the field to walk for as long as it stays, tap to stir the grass. Whichever way the phone is held, the left half of the screen is an invisible cross under your thumb — push it any way to walk that way, like an arcade stick — and a finger on the right half turns the camera; both at once is fine. A double tap takes the field out to the whole screen, and the next one gives it back. Three buttons sit along the bottom: Walk switches the walking on and off, Crouch takes you down into the grass and up again, Camera changes the view. Turn the phone either way — held upright they are large, on its side they draw in and a fourth appears: OW steps into the open world and stays lit while you are there; pressed again it brings you back to the golden hour.

Be in the open world as your own clock passes 11:11 — morning or evening — and once the minute has gone by, the day is counted to your streak.

On foot — at eye height in the grass. WASD walks, Shift runs, Space jumps, twice to glide. The field carries you forward until you press Q. Enter says something to everyone.

Orbit — the camera circles you; drag to turn, scroll to zoom. Your own firefly is only ever its light on the grass around you.

In the grass — down among the blades. Tab cycles the three.

0 · the open world — one clock for everyone, kept on the server, a real minute per hour, and one sky: the field keeps a hundred days and walks slowly through them, cloud gathering through the late morning, holding over the afternoon and gone by evening. Everyone sees the same field. Every visitor is a firefly of their own colour — never a ball, only its light flashing on the grass; here the fireflies are the visitors only.

1–9 · a moment of your own — golden hour, storm, midnight fireflies, the night sky… each one a moment held still, with its own sky, ground and fireflies. Each visit begins again at the golden hour.