In the world of 1177, nothing is in a hurry to happen. It isn’t big, yet it isn’t noisy; it’s full of vivid colors, but carries a kind of delicate elegance.

The characters here do not chase grand adventures. Instead, they collect ordinary days and those quiet moments that almost go unnoticed—perhaps the crumbs left on a table, sunlight resting on a wall, or a single white cloud drifting in the blue sky.

Within its colors, 1177 glows gently. Sometimes they search for Still, and sometimes they forget. But Still never truly leaves—because the most important things are sometimes invisible to the naked eye.