This journal was originally kept as a staff log—just a place to note what was blooming, what was broken, and who might be arriving early. But over the years, it’s become something more.

What you’ll find here are reflections from the people who keep Tiris Manor running: Mae, who oversees it all; Lettie, who knows what you need before you do; Nico, who notices everything and writes nothing down; and Ellis, who rarely says a word, but somehow always knows what’s missing.

We’ve decided to make these entries public. A way of saying: you were here. We were, too.

This place remembers.