Empty state motion patterns

One fade and a lid settling three pixels onto a box — the least motion a state can have and still arrive.

A locked preview of an unreleased area, crossed once by a gloss and dated by a badge that lands last.

A removed row leaves a stub holding its slot open, with a hairline showing how long undo is on offer.

The cart mark drops and settles once, then recently viewed items slide in as the way back to shopping.

The axes extend from the origin and a flat dashed baseline runs across, so an empty range still looks like a chart.

A comment-thread empty state assembles itself: a dashed bubble drifts in, an avatar pops into place, skeleton lines draw across, and a caret blinks twice in the empty reply box before the block holds still.

An empty folder assembles its own invitation: the folder outline draws itself, one dashed ghost sheet rises out of it on a single soft spring and holds still.

A cleared list comes to rest: a shelf draws out, the mark lands on it, and nothing moves again.

Three silhouette avatars rise onto an empty podium in stagger, then an invite line fades in.

A pin outline draws itself over a dashed street grid, drops onto its point on one soft spring, and a ring expands once and fades.

A gallery frame draws itself, a sun mark settles inside on one soft spring, and three dashed ghost thumbnails slide up in stagger to show where the photos will go.

A failed panel settles without alarm, and the retry glyph turns exactly once per attempt.

The reset action slides in beside the chips, and the chips give one small nudge to name the cause.

An outlined row fills its slots from the left to show the shape of the thing you have not made yet.

Two halves of a broken link stand apart, then close the gap in one settle when the attempt lands.

A bell settles, a small badge completes its mark in one stroke, and the list confirms you are current.

An empty result set settles into a quiet mark, then offers queries worth trying instead.

When the network drops, downloaded rows stay crisp while the rest dim in a wave down the list.

A week with nothing on it: the days arrive, today gets its ring, and a small sun lifts once and holds.

The shape of the content stays visible out of focus while a lock closes over it and offers a way to ask.

A bookmark hangs from its pin and swings once into place, then the copy rises and the shelf holds still.

Before the first keystroke, the rule under the field draws out and starting points arrive beneath it.

An empty notification center assembles its own calm: a bell drifts in, a dashed ring draws around it like the sound of an empty room, and one ghost ping rises and dissolves.