Your Cocoon
The room you slip into. Everything you keep lives here, soft and close.
journal · lists · focus · the things you keep
A soft place to land.
for the thoughts you keep losing, and the days you forget to be kind to yourself.
One cozy room for your whole life: your journal, your lists, the keepsakes you always lose, and a quiet timer that hatches a butterfly when you focus. No accounts. No feeds. Your diary never leaves your phone.
coming soon to iPhone & Android · no account, ever · one soft note, then quiet
a peek inside
It's as soft as it sounds.
Real screens, no filter: the same gentle world the second you open it. Pull up a chair.
write a day · grow a garden · keep what matters 🦋
a gentle truth
You keep a journal you love.
And forget.
None of this is your fault. The rooms were just too cold to stay in.
Here's the thing nobody says kindly enough: you were never the problem. You showed up. This one hands you a warm room on the very first open: no setup, no empty page staring back. You just walk in.
none of this was ever your fault, the rooms were just cold 🤍
one world
It's all one cozy room.
Not an app full of tabs. A place, with soft doors you already know how to open.
capture
do
focus
reflect
reward
keep
Spaces are rooms
School, Us, Recipes: corners to live in, not folders to maintain. Leave the rest gently closed.
Papers & Doodles
The pages you write and the things you draw. They feel like paper, not database rows.
Keepsakes Mochi tidies
Drop a screenshot or link and it lands sorted onto the right shelf, so you find it later.
Doing gives back
Every small thing earns a butterfly for your Meadow and a little Nectar, kept, never lost.
Mochi, always near
Your caterpillar companion. Greets you, spins your cocoon, naps when you rest. Never scolds.
one world. one gentle loop. nothing bolted on. 🦋
capture in three seconds
Catch the thought before it floats off.
A thought, a screenshot, a tiny task, into Cocoon before it slips away.
This is where most journals quietly die: the gap between having a thought and writing it down. So Cocoon closed it. Tap the squishy + and a little menu blooms open. From anywhere else, the share sheet says "Tuck into Cocoon 🫶" and it's saved. Capturing comes first; tidying can wait.
- The squishy + that bloomsOne tap opens a radial menu: Task, Paper, Doodle, Keepsake. One more tap and you're writing.
- Type it like you'd say it"call grandma tomorrow 5pm" turns the date, time and priority into removable pastel chips. Got one wrong? Pop it off.
- Keepsakes that find themselvesSave the screenshot and move on. Later, "that pink dress" actually finds the picture. You capture; it files.
- Always a suggestion, never a swapAnything the on-device helper offers is a ✨ chip: visible, editable, easy to dismiss. Your words are never quietly changed.
three seconds, honestly, that's the whole idea 🦋
Tuck into Cocoon 🫶
call the dentist
still blooming
tap a task, watch it pop ✨
do · gently
The gentle engine room.
All the task power you'd expect. None of the nagging you'd dread.
Under the soft surface, Cocoon is a real to-do engine: due dates, reminders, recurring tasks, habits, smart lists. It just refuses to bully you about any of it. Tap a task done and it pops with a little burst of petals. That's the whole transaction.
- Buds, not warningsPriorities are three little flower buds 🌷: soft, important, or nothing. No red, no exclamation marks, ever.
- Still blooming 🌱Miss a due date and the task waits in gentle amber, not angry red. It's late, but Cocoon would never say so unkindly.
- Habits that napFlowers grow on a monthly grid and take rest days. A missed day pauses the bloom; it never breaks it.
- Depth behind a doorLong-press for subtasks, custom repeats, and "tuck in for later." The power's there, just out of a first-timer's way.
an overdue task isn't a failure: it's a flower that just hasn't opened yet 🌱
a Cocoon Session
Spin a cocoon with us.
Press and hold. Mochi does the rest.
Press & hold to spin 🐛
- Hold to focusMochi spins silk while you do: work, study, read, breathe. A real little session, right here.
- No failure stateLet go and Mochi just naps; your minutes still count. Hold on and a butterfly hatches. There's no wrong way to do this.
- Streaks nap, they never breakMiss a day and your streak sleeps under a blanket until you're back. No guilt, ever. A rule, not a setting.
- A garden of your effortEach butterfly flies up to your Meadow, around 40 species, plus a little Nectar 🍯 earned by doing.
go on, hold it a few seconds, Mochi's been waiting all day 🐛🤍
your Meadow
A garden that grows from your days.
Every butterfly you hatch flies in to stay.
It only ever grows
Each finished session hatches a butterfly that flies in and stays. Habit streaks grow the flowers, fuller the more you visit, never empty when you don't.
Nectar 🍯, earned not bought
The gentle currency you get just for doing things, spent on stickers, Mochi's outfits, Meadow décor. Never bought with money. Never sold.
Nothing breaks here
Streaks nap and wake. Mochi naps and never dies. No dead trees, no red badges, no guilt. A partner, never a boss.
Every butterfly remembers
Tap one to see the session that hatched it. Your focus history told as a collection you'd want to wander through, not a chart.
come back whenever, your garden waited, and it kept everything 🦋
reflect · evening
The journal you actually keep.
A Paper feels like a page, not a row in a database, and the day you just lived half-writes itself, so the blank page never wins.
As the light goes peach, you open a Paper. Real paper grain, washi tape, a little date in handwriting. There's one gentle prompt waiting, never a blank, blinking void. Write a line, or a page, or nothing at all. Some days you just press in a photo and let it stand for the whole thing.
- Pages, not rowsPaper grain, washi dividers, and stickers cut from your own Doodles. It reads like a journal you'd keep, because it is one.
- Your day, auto-assembledThe Daily Thread quietly gathers what you did, saved and focused on, so task-doing becomes journaling without the writing.
- Speak it, press it 🎙️A voice note for the days words won't come, and photos that land like pressed polaroids with a handwritten caption. Some days you write; some days you just press a moment in.
- Mood that ripens into WrappedOne soft tap colors today on the calendar, then a whole month gathers into a gentle Wrapped. No charts, no scores, just the shape of how you felt.
- Chrysalis Letters 💌Write to future-you, seal it into a chrysalis, and pick the day it opens. Then forget about it, until it finds you again.
the day writes itself, you just get to read it back 🤍
Tuesday, a quiet one
share, softly
Make a day worth sending.
Press any Paper into a little card, and share the feeling, never the data behind it.
When a day turns out lovely, you'll want to keep it somewhere prettier than a screenshot. Tap share as a card and Cocoon lays your words, your photo and a pressed line into a tiny piece of art, composed for you, then yours to nudge until it's just right.
- Eight pressed framesPetal drift, Cottage window, Meadow band, a wax-Sealed letter, a soft Twilight night… each laid out like a page, never a stamped template.
- Shuffle till it sings ✨One tap re-composes the whole card: photo, text and trim rearrange. Keep tapping until it feels like the day actually felt.
- Arrange by handDrag a photo, a line, a sticker until it sits where you want it. The layout bends to you, not the other way around.
- Yours to keepSaved to your own little card gallery and shared as a plain image, no watermark, no account, nothing uploaded. It leaves your phone only when you send it.
a keepsake you made, not a screenshot you took 🎴
cozy corners
Shelves for the things that move you.
Books, songs, films. Cocoon keeps the cover and what it meant to you. Never the words, never the audio, never the film itself. Just the feeling, pressed safe on its own little shelf.
- Reading 📖A pastel bookcase of real covers: reading now, want to read, finished. A line that moved you presses between the pages like a petal, and a reading habit can grow flowers in your Meadow.
- Music 🎧Keep the songs that scored your life, not the player, with their real album art. Press one into a day and it remembers the mood it carried. Rain falls softly for quiet readers.
- Screening 🎬The poster and the feeling a watch left you, plus who you watched it with. A rewatch is its own warm keepsake, never a cold "seen it" warning.
the cover and your reflections, never the content. what you read, hear & watch is yours alone 🤍
Already keep lists somewhere? Bring your shelves. 📚
Import what you already track elsewhere in a tap. Your export file is read right here on your phone, only a book's ISBN ever leaves it, to fetch a cover. Nothing is scraped, no logins, no API keys.
- 📖 Goodreads
- 🎬 Letterboxd
- ⭐ IMDb
- 🌸 MyAnimeList
- 🎧 Spotify
- 🍎 Apple Music
a promise, not a setting
Your diary never leaves your phone.
No account. No server. No one reading over your shoulder.
Some apps ask you to trust them. Cocoon is built so you don't have to. Every Paper, every Doodle, every Keepsake stays right here, on your phone, there's no account to make and no server to send it to. We couldn't read your diary if we tried, because it never comes to us.
Stays on your phoneLocal-first by design: no account, no sign-in, no server. Your Cocoon lives in your pocket, not the cloud.
A helper that asks firstThe on-device suggestion runs right here, never online. It offers, you decide. Nothing changed silently, ever.
Yours to lock and keepEncrypted backup and an app lock, both in your hands, so a lost phone is never a lost diary. Always free.
A gentle, private seasonThere's also Bloom, an optional, opt-in body-rhythm season. Soft, never a chart, and it lives only on your phone. Off unless you turn it on.
we built a diary we couldn't read if we wanted to 🤍
a promise, in writing
Kind by design.
Cocoon will never have a bad day at your expense.
no ads, ever
no red badges
no dead trees
no dark patterns
no FOMO
streaks nap, never break
a partner, never a boss
backup & export, always free
Your words stay free, forever
Your journal, your pages and Spaces, and full backup & export are free forever. We'd never hold your diary for ransom. Everything else (the garden, focus, the nooks, the widgets) is yours free for 15 days, then a tiny subscription keeps it open. Nothing is ever deleted; it all wakes up the moment you're back.
Priced for your pocket, not ours
The subscription is deliberately, gently cheap, and fair wherever you live, never one rich-country price converted onto everyone. Backup, export and your app lock are never part of it. Keeping your diary safe isn't a feature we'd ever charge for.
no dead trees, no guilt, no red, just a place that's glad you came back 🤍
the real reason
Built with love, for three people.
Before Cocoon was an app, it was a way to keep them close.
Every soft place comes from somewhere. This one comes from three people. The whole world you just wandered through (the Spaces, the Meadow, the butterflies that hatch when you rest) was built so they'd always have a home in it. So before we ask you to land here, we want you to meet them. They're the reason the colors are this gentle.
Sumu
The sunflower the whole world grew around. Everything here turns toward her, the way everything turns toward the sun. She's user one. She always will be.
user one 💛
Vii
The meadow's best-read soul. The Reading Nook and the Pagewing are hers, the butterfly that hatches where a book stays open too late, just like she does.
her Pagewing 📖
Mimi
She painted the cocoon's walls in pastels before it had a name. Every soft lilac and blush you've seen scrolling down is, in some quiet way, a color she picked first.
her pastels 💜
for Sumu, Vii & Mimi, you were here before the first butterfly 🦋
a few soft answers
A few soft answers.
The little questions, quietly answered. Tap any one to open it.
When can I get it?
Soon, on iPhone & Android. Cocoon is still spinning, we're pre-launch, so there's no store link to tap yet. Leave your email and we'll send exactly one soft note the day it hatches. No nagging in between. 🦋
Is it free?
Your journal, your pages and Spaces, and full backup & export are free forever. We'd never ransom your words. Everything else (the garden, focus, the nooks, the widgets) is yours free for a 15-day trial, then a small, fairly-priced subscription keeps it open. Nothing is ever deleted: subscribed or not, it's all still there, and it wakes the second you come back. 🦋
Does my data leave my phone?
No. Cocoon is local-first, there's no account, no server, nothing to sign into. Your Papers, your butterflies, your whole world live on your phone. Backup is yours to keep, encrypted with a passphrase only you hold, and exporting or locking your diary is always free.
iPhone or Android?
Both. Cocoon is coming to iPhone and Android, whichever phone lives in your pocket, there's a soft place waiting for you. Leave your email and we'll knock the moment your one is ready. 🦋
still wondering something? leave your email, we answer those softly too 💌
coming soon to iPhone & Android
Leave a light on.
We'll knock softly. 🦋
No launch countdown. No "don't miss out." Just one note, when there's a door to open.
When Cocoon is ready, drop your email and we'll seal it inside a chrysalis, like a Chrysalis Letter to a future you who finally has a cozy room to keep things in. One soft note. Nothing more.
one soft note, then quiet · change your mind anytime, no hard feelings
Mochi waves goodnight 🌙, night-night from the meadow, we kept your spot warm