# /content/seasons/01-soil/fragments.yaml # # Phase 2 Plan 02-03 — Season 1 ("Soil") authored fragment pool. # # Bible voice (CLAUDE.md "Tone"): warm, specific, intermittent, sometimes # funny, sometimes devastating. Lura is the warmth anchor (Plan 02-04); # Phase 2 Wave 1 ships the gardener-keeper voice — the contrast, not a # co-griever. # # Tag tonal registers (Plan 02-03 extension to FragmentSchema): # warm — light, mundane, sometimes funny (rosemary pool) # contemplative — quiet weight, the shape of an absence (yarrow pool) # heavy — clear-eyed grief; never melodrama (winter-rose pool) # _meta — selector-only sentinel; the gated pool excludes this tag # # Pool depth (Plan W6 fix): a worst-case all-rosemary playthrough must not # exhaust the warm pool before the 8th harvest (Lura's farewell threshold, # CONTEXT D-14). The warm pool below ships ≥9 entries for the 1-buffer # safety margin. The exhaustion sentinel `season1.soil._exhaustion` is a # defensive fallback (RESEARCH Pitfall 8); under normal Phase-2 play it is # unreachable. # # IDs match /^season1\.[a-z0-9._-]+$/ (FragmentSchema regex; CLAUDE.md # stable-string-ID rule). IDs are forever — once shipped, only the body # may change, never the id. fragments: # ----- WARM tonal register (rosemary pool) ----- - id: season1.soil.first-bloom season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | The first thing that grew was rosemary. The shape of it didn't matter so much as the smell — sharp, the kind of green that means the air will warm up by afternoon. - id: season1.soil.bread-was-easy season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | Someone, in the place this came from, was very good at bread. There isn't a name attached. There is the shape of an oven door, and a towel folded a particular way. - id: season1.soil.the-cat season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | The cat is missing now too. It used to walk along the wall at dusk. It would not come when called. It came anyway, in its own time. Most good things were like that. - id: season1.soil.kettle-on-the-hob season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | A kettle, a little dented on one side, lived on a stove that no longer exists. It whistled flat — half a step under the note it was meant to make. Nobody ever fixed it. Nobody ever needed to. - id: season1.soil.the-wrong-song season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | Someone in the kitchen used to sing a song with the words mostly wrong. They would commit to the wrong words anyway, full voice. It was funnier each time. The garden has the rhythm but not the words. - id: season1.soil.the-jam-summer season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | There was a summer where someone made too much jam. Apricot, mostly. The cupboards filled. People came over and were given jam. Strangers were given jam. It became a small embarrassment, and then a joke, and then a kindness people remembered for a long time after. - id: season1.soil.boots-by-the-door season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | Two pairs of boots used to sit by a door. One pair larger, one pair smaller. They were left muddy more often than not. Whoever it was that minded the mud, in the end, did not really mind it. - id: season1.soil.the-good-spoon season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | Every kitchen has a good spoon. The one you reach for without thinking. This one was wooden, with a small burn mark on the handle from a moment of inattention years ago. It outlasted the inattentive person. Some objects are like that. - id: season1.soil.the-laughing-fit season: 1 tags: [warm] body: | A laughing fit at a funeral. The kind that makes things worse and better at once. It started over something nobody could later identify. They were all forgiven. Mostly by themselves, after a decent interval. # ----- CONTEMPLATIVE tonal register (yarrow pool) ----- - id: season1.soil.what-the-wind-was-for season: 1 tags: [contemplative] body: | The wind used to mean something specific in spring — a person putting sheets out to dry, the line across two posts, the way it would crack like a small flag. That meaning has gone soft. The wind still blows. - id: season1.soil.the-letter-not-sent season: 1 tags: [contemplative] body: | There was a letter someone meant to send. The address is gone, the ink is gone, the reason is gone. What remains is the silence on the other side of it — a room, somewhere, that never received the news. - id: season1.soil.numbers-in-the-margin season: 1 tags: [contemplative] body: | A book had a number written in the margin: 47. Whose age, whose page, whose count of something — gone. The 47 sits very calmly on the paper. Numbers are the last to forget. They will outlast all of us. - id: season1.soil.the-clock-that-stopped season: 1 tags: [contemplative] body: | A clock on a mantel stopped at 4:18. Nobody wound it again. It was not a meaningful hour. It was the hour the hand happened to be on when nobody was looking. Now it is the only hour, forever, in that one small place. # ----- HEAVY tonal register (winter-rose pool) ----- - id: season1.soil.the-name-she-used season: 1 tags: [heavy] body: | She had a name for him that wasn't his name. He had stopped objecting to it long before the end. After, the name kept arriving — at the door, in the post, in the mouths of people who had heard it once and never been corrected. The garden does not say it. The garden only grows. - id: season1.soil.what-the-snow-took season: 1 tags: [heavy] body: | Snow took the orchard one March. The trees were already old. The orchard had been someone's grandfather's, then someone's father's, then a row of stumps and a few unrooted sticks pretending. Pretending is also a kind of remembering, until one day it isn't. - id: season1.soil.the-quiet-after season: 1 tags: [heavy] body: | There is a quiet that comes after, that is not the same as the quiet that came before. The room is the same. The light is the same. The quiet is differently shaped — slightly larger than the room, somehow. Nobody needs to explain this to anyone who has felt it. # ----- EXHAUSTION FALLBACK (RESEARCH Pitfall 8) ----- # Returned ONLY when the gated pool is empty. The pool excludes anything # tagged `_meta`; selector.ts looks this id up explicitly via # EXHAUSTION_FALLBACK_ID. In normal Phase-2 play this is unreachable # (the warm pool is sized to outlast the 8th-harvest Lura threshold), # but the sentinel is the documented "behavior chosen" for the # gated-pool-exhaustion case and is committed to the corpus so the # selector has something to return rather than null. - id: season1.soil._exhaustion season: 1 tags: [_meta] body: | The garden knows this one already. The light comes in the same way it came yesterday. There will be a new thing tomorrow. There is also this — the steady part, that does not need re-learning.