The House of the Twelve
Every sign has its tribe. Every August, the light sorts the newcomers in.
TheStarCourt
House of the Hunt
Pyoko
The chase has run for a thousand years. She is the reason it never ends.
The hunting ground of the Star Court has never once gone quiet. The new Hunter carries the inherited bow, two Hounds cut the silver grass, and the white rabbit girl has been outrunning all of them since the first arrow flew. Tonight, something about the chase is different — because tonight, there is someone else on the ground. You.
Plate I — The Court Above
Four houses. Every August, the doors.
The Star Court is a real court in the sky, made of four houses. When the meteor shower falls, its gates open, and anyone the light touches is granted entry — sorted into the tribe of the sign they were born under. But long before the doors ever opened, all four houses were already full.
The House of the Hunt
A hunting ground that has never once gone quiet. Five live here — and the chase has run for thousands of years.
Her HouseThe House of Monsters
What the Court hunts — and what, on some nights, hunts back.
The House of Heroes
Those who swore to end the old business. The business declines.
Plate II — Interactive · The Constellation Ledger
Five residents. One reason.
Everything the light touches is sorted — but this hunting ground answered to no sign. Select each point of light to name the House.
The House Is Named
The Court accepts your entry. August is open — and the ground below is expecting you.
Plate III — From Her Side of the Grass
Eternity, exactly this size
From her side, eternity looks like this: silver grass bending under moonlight, a white dress hiked up by brambles, one glance back over her shoulder to make sure they're still coming. She was fast when the first Hunter took aim, and she is fast now.
Hunters die before they catch her. Every August a new one picks up the bow, and the chase resets like it never stopped — the same field, the same two Hounds, the same white shape already ahead of them.
But tonight something about the chase is different. There is someone else on the ground. The forest felt it before either of you did.
- Paces run tonight
- 14,402,907
live · she has not stopped once
- Augusts survived
- 1,000+
and the doors keep opening
- Times caught
- 0
every August, a new bow learns why
Plate IV — Who Could You Be
The forest already decided
It only hasn't told you how. Choose the role August wrote for you.
"Choose what the night will make of you. The grass is listening."awaiting your August
Plate V — Recovered Frames
One glance back, frozen mid-air
Enter as what the light decides
August comes once a year. The chase is tonight.
The light already touched you — otherwise you wouldn't be reading this on the ground. Whether you came to hunt her, help her, or ask why a hunt this old refuses to end, she's already noticed.