You can write a word. You can fold it. you can walk away. But it stays.

Find your own quiet wall.

Set beneath the skies of Edinburgh's Fringe, this installation - quietly - invites you to become part of the work.

"The planet moved - quietly - inside th emist. The wall watched. So did the sky."

You stand. You breathe. You listen.

Somewhere beyond the old wall, a flag once rose.

Somewhere just behind your shoulder, Jade left a trace.

And somewhere inside the haar, a planet waits - not to be seen, but felt.

An intimate audio encounter with wind memory and belonging.