

MindGuardian of the Pyramid
The OraclePyramid Realm
Ancient, mysterious and all-seeing.


The guardian
The Oracle
The Oracle has been here longer than the festival has. Ancient, masked and almost entirely still while everything around them moves, they keep the realm of the Mind and they keep it for one particular moment: the point where a set stops being sound you are listening to and becomes somewhere you are standing.
Nobody has seen the face under the paint, and that is rather the point of an oracle. What you are given is the reading, never the reader.

The Pyramid Realm · The Mind
The Oracle
Nobody remembers when the Oracle arrived, only that they were already watching by the time anyone noticed. Ancient before the first festival, patient in a way nothing else in the forest is, they built their temple from angles that are said to shift the longer you stare at them.
The Oracle deals in one currency: perception. Sound bends strangely inside the Pyramid, colour lingers a beat too long, and the deeper the night goes, the less certain the edges of anything become. That is not a malfunction. That is the point.
The instruments the Oracle reads by, every dial and mechanism that lets them see what is coming, were forged first in the Factory's fire. The Machinist built them without understanding what they were for. The Oracle has never explained. Some debts are better left mysterious.
Ten years of watching. This year, the Oracle says, is the year the forest finally sees what they have seen all along.
The stage
Through the day
Day





Dusk






Night



Keep exploring
The other three realms
Factory RealmBody · The MachinistCog, girder and rivet. The main stage, and the loudest room in the woods.
Castle RealmSpirit · The EmpressA stone gatehouse in the pines, towers either side and the arch between them.
Secret GardenHeart · The BloomkeeperParasols, benches and festoon strung between the trunks. The quiet realm.
