A small paper theatre
Every evening, a letter crosses the sea.
Sound plays only if you choose it.
The swallow has a letter to deliver, but the harbour is dark. Light the lanterns.
A path of light across the water. The swallow sets off.
A cut-paper harbour at night: a whitewashed village on the far shore, a calm sea, a paper moon and two brass lanterns. A swallow perches on a lantern with a sealed letter in its beak.
The boat is waiting for wind. Hold to fill the sail.
Across the sea by moonlight.
A small felucca with a lantern at its stern on layered paper waves, the swallow on its mast, under the moon.
Press and hold to blow, or press once to sail across.
Dawn, and a closed door. Open it.
Come in.
A vermilion Moorish doorway on the far shore at sunrise, between two cypress trees, with the swallow waiting on top.
Drag the door, or press to open it.
The swallow sets the letter down. Break the seal.
The letter, delivered.
A morning courtyard of Moorish arches, lemon trees and a reflecting pool. On a carved writing desk lies a letter sealed in vermilion wax.
The letter
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