Pass your pointer over this sentence, or your thumb, and it softens a little each time.
Tap this one. A tap is heavier than a pass.
Select this one and hold it: held text takes the gleam of brass, or the smudge of paper, or a fingerprint on stone. Choose in the circle at the top right.
Rest here a moment, with this sentence in the middle of your screen, and it wears without being touched at all.
Simply being seen counts, a little. Every sentence on your screen while you are evidently here is worn by that alone.
In the circle you can also switch wear from erosion to patina, and the same history reads as deepening instead of fading.
This page is yours alone and runs quickly; the other rooms are slower, and most of them are shared with everyone who has ever come. Begin again whenever you like.