Mote

Ten real things woven from tens of thousands of glinting beads, like a cabinet of curiosities scanned into point clouds: a peony that breathes, a dandelion you can blow away, a swallowtail, a moon jelly, a chambered nautilus, fly agarics shedding spores, a feather, a koi, an hourglass whose sand really runs and a steaming teacup. Each flies in from dust, sheds loose beads at its edges and parts around your cursor like smoke; tap for its trick. Six palettes.