Material Narrative

Saga has had a long journey with a heavy backpack and sore feet, and she has finally arrived at Werifesteria, the camping hostel that lets you relax and enjoy but lets the adventure continue. Taking her first step in, she is met by an ample vast space with a reception desk with organic flowy shapes made of cork. She is met by Henny, that works with activities and welcoming guests. She continues in and puts her hand on the cork reception desk; it feels like walking in the forest, except the cork is a bit softer and smoother. She looks to the right, and the space expands and gets bigger with the fabric tensed around her; she strokes the fabric; it is tensed between the cold steel structure. The columns are surrounded by fabric in different layers, just like trees shooting up the sky. At the bottom of the structure, a light lights up three floors up to the end of the space. She gets the feeling of a magical forest where the lit-up trees guide the way. Everything is soft and organic, and it feels like being in nature. She walks through the communal kitchen area in the middle of the lit-up forest. She arrives by a vast staircase; you could describe it as a mountain covered in cork, a little ruff surface and sturdy. She grabs the handrail, also made of cork, but it is softer than the stairs. The connection between the cork stair and railing is glass; it lets you see the shape that flows from side to side. She walks up and focuses her view upwards, where there are projections on the tensile fabric showing clouds and blue sky. Suddenly it changes to stars and the northern lights, the evening is arriving, and the image follows the natural rhythm. She arrives at her floor and enters the frosted glass doors connected to the frosty glass walls that wind down the corridor. She takes her first step into the wooden planks that lead you into the open space—grabbing a lantern on her way in to put it in her tent later. She looks around to find a good spot, and on the walls, there are 3D formations representing trees shooting up to space. Taking a step off the wooden planks, she meets a soft ground, almost like the grass where she can put up her tent.