Kengo Kuma
A celebrated Japanese architect.
He proposed the concept of "Negative Architecture", advocating that buildings blend humbly into nature rather than dominating it. He masters natural materials like wood, bamboo and washi paper to craft warm, airy spaces. His works let oriental philosophy thrive within modern architecture. At Fernie, he will design a garden weaving Zen spirit with Scottish local charm.
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An Animated Forest Born from Oriental Myths
Deep inside the castle, myths slowly awaken.
Dreams for Grown-Ups
This is no bedtime tale, nor a simple mascot.It is an original animation IP derived from oriental myths, classic literature, and philosophical fables. It is not a cartoon for children, but fables crafted for adults. It explores truth and illusion, self and reflection, personal boundaries, evolving identity, and the beauty and hardships of spiritual growth. Oriental myths breathe new life here.
What We Tell
We draw inspiration from classics like Journey to the West, yet do not retell old adventures. We use ancient tales to explore: What is real? What is illusion? Who am I, and what lies in my reflection? How is trust built, and how do illusions fade? We also delve into timeless philosophical questions: Where lies the boundary between self and the world? How to stay true to oneself amid external pressures? What tensions exist between body and will, values and choices? All these form our stories — about the light between you and the world.
Visual Style
Exquisite2D animation with artistic short-film texture. Oriental mythic imagery flows across frames, with philosophical narratives unfolding gently. Non-noisy chase scenes — only serene art in every frame. We adopt international visual aesthetics to present the oriental spirit to the world. Keywords: Illusion, Reflection, Self, Boundary, Transformation.
Our Partners
We cooperate with top European teams in art animation, creation, visual culture and international production.
Our partners include animation directors, scriptwriters, producers, creative studios, visual artists, and cultural consultants.
They respect oriental culture and excel at telling stories that resonate with global audiences.
Our shared goal is to turn oriental myths and philosophy into contemporary, artistic animation with global appeal.
FutureVision
We start with high-quality animated short films.
Yet our creation will keep growing, rooted in this ancient castle.
In the future, our stories will expand into digital exhibitions, art collections, offline immersive experiences and cultural events.
A complete animation universe is gradually taking root in Scottish land.
Centuries of Silence, a Soft Whisper
Its tree rings hold over a thousand years of wind and rain.These trees stand as witnesses of time,
guarding every sunrise, every frost, every tide of passing
lives across this land.
At Fernie, they stand quietly,
storing long ages within their rings,
turning all worldly noise into soft rustles through leaves.
Tree Guardianship Program
Form a quiet bond with a plane tree.
Your name will be recorded alongside its own in the
estate’s guardian ledger.
Each autumn, you shall receive a blessing carried by its
fallen leaves,
and a short poem woven from its annual rings.
This is not possession, but mutual remembrance.
Britain’s only native red squirrel.
Two families of red squirrels make their home in the castle grounds.
Britain’s only native squirrel species, they boast warm russet fur glowing in morning light, with tufts of proud fur atop their ears. Beatrix Potter immortalised them in her tales: mischievous and dignified, their bushy tails like soft open umbrellas.
When their fluffy tails brush moss, it is as if scribbling an unreadable secret letter.
The ancient trees of Fernie Estate are one of their rare safe havens. Centuries-old plane trees hold stockpiled nuts inside hollows, with hidden nests tucked among branches. In spring, young squirrels dart and chase through the canopy; in autumn, they perch calmly on boughs, clutching acorns.
They crave no disturbance, no named recognition. All they need is this woodland to endure, and the wind to keep sweeping past the stone walls.
