MEND THE HEART OF YOUR WORLD

See It Move

Sixty seconds of the simulation doing what it does. Sound on — the suite is playing.

Every Grain Of This World Is Real

Sand falls. Water finds its level. Fire spreads. Lava cools into stone. A full cellular-automata simulation, all the way down — the world doesn't play an animation of physics, it is physics.

Dig, and the world answers

Cut a channel and the ocean follows you in. Tunnel a dune and the sand chases your pickaxe grain by grain. Every block you break obeys the same rules as the mountain it came from.

A world with teeth

Meteor strikes crater the land. Swarm hunts ring the dusk sky. The Great Volcano wakes. Nights are darker, deeper, and worth surviving — tame a horse, raise crops, brew elixirs, build the base that outlasts it all.

Dig to the abyss. Sail past the clouds.

One seed, one column of world: from the galaxy sky and its crystal islands, through thirteen parallax biomes, past bioluminescent caverns, down to the deep dark where the glitter caves sing. It's all one connected map.

Seven Keepers. One Heart.

Each world scatters the Amulets of the Heart among its Keepers — seven bosses with authored arenas, and not one of them falls to sword-swinging alone. The Deep Shark's water is its armor: drain the trench, or freeze it. The Sand Leviathan swims through powder: strand it on stone. Defeat them by reshaping the world itself.

THE HEART

THE CROWN

THE DROP

THE PEARL

THE SHIELD

THE FLAKE

THE SPORE

Collect them all, and mend the heart of your world.

Straight From The Simulation

Real captures, real physics — nothing staged that the game can't do live.

The World Is Inhabited

Horses to tame, camels to caravan, jaguars that disagree with both, and phantoms that only come out when the light dies.

The Assembly Table

Straight from the game: draw something with real materials, hit ASSEMBLE, and it pops into the world below — where physics takes over. Stone stands. Sand pours. Water finds its level. Fire was never going to stay.

The Mosslight Suite

The suite's opening movement, composed note by note in our own tracker — with a little Debussy, Le Petit Berger, riding along as a guest piece. Don't just listen: open the actual DAW it was written in, scrub the piano rolls, tweak the tracks, drop your own notes onto the grid — and export what you make.

Runs right in your browser — the same chip-synth voices the game uses. Your edits are yours alone.

Leave A Mark

Say anything — a thought, a bug with your name on it, a screenshot of the hole you dug. The PIXELFALL Discord is where the world talks back, and I answer everything.

Or write to me directly, human to human:
miguelbenav@gmail.com