Former Fringe First winner Casey Jay Andrews returns with a story about belonging and impermanence. Oh My Heart, Oh My Home follows a young woman who goes back to her lonely grandfather’s house and witnesses a meteor shower on her birthday. The story manages to sit on just the right side of poetic without being sentimental, although it ultimately struggles to deliver on the poignant ending it seems to be leading us to.

Andrews is a brilliant and warm storyteller who draws the audience in with her enthusiasm. She is joined onstage by multi-instrumentalist Jack Brett, whose live accompaniment at first threatens to overwhelm the story but soon settles, gently adding depth to Andrews’ words. As good as these performers are, the real centrepiece is a delicate dollhouse on stage. As each room is revealed, their carefully crafted interiors tell a thousand tales about the unnamed lives lived within. Glowing lights, newsreels and maps of the stars are projected onto the house, visualising the microscopic and macroscopic themes. The story itself ends on an unsatisfying note, aiming for bittersweet but ultimately feeling weightless. Most of this show is a thing of tiny wonders, it’s just a shame they never build to anything more.

Oh My Heart, Oh My Home, Summerhall, until 27 August, 1.15pm.