Paper is fragile yet resilient, blank yet inscribed, shaped by every fold.
It does not seek perfection, but treasures the sheen in each crease; it does not shy away from rupture, for gaps also let in another kind of story. Within the labyrinth built of paper, there is no absolute flatness, nor complete dimensionality. We echo the curvature of paper with the arcs of our bodies, piecing together an uncharted state between human and objec
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