It all started with a wish—to hold onto that feeling to tuck away the memory of autumn and summon it once the season has disappeared.
Deep in the forest, a wooden structure stands. Nothing grand—just a hushed presence among the trees, standing still as the season drifts by. The branches of the trees above stretch out, shedding their leaves one by one. The structure gathers whatever the wind decides to toss its way patiently.
At its base, there’s a rotating panel that opens. When the little robot gives it a turn, the collected leaves fall in a soft cascade. It doesn’t just gather leaves; it also captures moments—the aroma of earth, the hushed fading buzz of insects. When the season finally slips away, the structure gives back everything it took. The leaves descend more as though autumn has made a brief final cameo.