Design system
A day you can hold. The sky follows the real sun; a single orb holds the time and takes on the
material of whatever you are doing; around it, the day is a ring you can press and push like clay. This page is
built from the same files the app uses — styles/tokens.css, src/sky.js,
src/types.js, src/icons.js — so it cannot drift.
How the aesthetic works
Read from the mood board, then made into rules. The first version read the board as a list of parts (orbs, gradients, clouds) and put them all on one screen. The board is really about restraint.
A day in nine moments
The mood board, live: each frame is the real app, frozen at a time with ?preview&at=HH:MM.
The sun is fixed (sunrise 6:06, sunset 6:21) so the frames are repeatable.
Ten moments of sky
Each moment is a whole atmosphere — gradient, ridges, stars, clouds, ink, and the orb's material — anchored to the sun rather than the clock. Offsets shrink on very short days or nights so the order never tangles.
Five clays
A lit face and a shaded face for the ring, and a matching material the orb takes on while you're inside the block. Light orbs carry deep ink; deep orbs carry pale ink — at least 3:1 either way (tested).
Line icons
One sprite, <use href="#i-name"> everywhere, colour from currentColor.
Type
Inter, variable, with optical sizing. Hierarchy comes from weight and space; the thinnest text on screen is the most important.
Primitives
Soft glass pills and circles. Their tone follows the words they carry: dark words ride pale glass, pale words ride deep glass.
Laws
Almost no forms. Every edit is touch on clay (or arrows on a focused block). The one thing you ever type is a block's name.
The day is a ring. Blocks may cross midnight; sleep from 11:30 PM to 7:00 AM is one block.
Blocks never pass through each other on the ring. They push, and spring back when the hand retreats. To reorder, lift one off the ring: in the hand it is a stone again.
Free time is never drawn. It is the dotted track showing through.
Everything can be undone. Every change offers Undo; the history holds sixty steps.
The sky is never static and never a pie chart. It is the one moment you are in.
Text reads on its sky. 3:1 at least, for every moment and every minute between them (tested).
Nothing shouts. No hard shadows, no borders darker than the glass, no bold weights above 650.
Five clays, any names. The palette stays five materials so the screen stays calm; what you call a block is yours.
The sky is the real one. The sun from your latitude, tonight's moon in its true phase, and weather only from where you actually are — never guessed.