Directly after this show ends, San Francisco-based creators Sid Zhang and Connor Lifson tell us it’s still a work-in-progress, and offer up the company email address for audience feedback. It’s a generous invitation, entering into the Fringe’s spirit of being a place where new, experimental work can be tested and risks taken. Book Of Dew is full of exquisitely detailed, surreal and wondrous ideas. But it isn’t quite there yet. The action takes place in an ingenious set, a box constructed a bit like an advent calendar, where windows and doors open onto miniature, magical scenes. Loosely (very loosely) we trace the story of a spider and its conversation with the dew that wishes to see the sun rise. 

Behind one door a hand strikes a match; smoke spirals upwards. Another opens and we see a startling white silk handkerchief, lit electric red and swirling in a tank of water like an alien jellyfish. Further doors reveal droplets of coloured ink marbling; darting ribbons swimming; the sphere of a moon rising. Zhang and Lifson’s eye for a simple, gorgeous image has a childlike curiosity and originality. Some more coherence and clarity in the storytelling could pull the show together beautifully. 

Book Of Dew, Zoo Playground, until 25 August, 4pm.