Welcome—please keep your voice down. At the end of the dark corridor, you’ll notice a curtain—slide past. A light breeze wafts through an open window; jasmine and incense linger together. A beast lolls languidly, he won’t harm you, but stay close. There is a workbench strewn with shiny piles sorted into neat, shimmering rows. A sketch, a drawer full of curious small things, the metallic resonance of tapping and filing. Here, artifacts are made, in miniature, as a means to magnify the world.