A restless little display page — where fonts talk to each other, cursors bloom into petals, and small creatures drift through the margins.
Typography is only asleep when nobody sets it in motion. Anima is a little playground for restless letterforms — italics that lean into the wind, brutalist slabs that stand their ground, handwriting that hesitates just before the crossbar.
Watch the plants unfold on their own time. Nothing here is in a hurry.