AXIOM A31 // 0xAA DREAM

Beyond the estuary stands a city made from folded black paper. Towers crease and unfold without collapsing; alleys slide sideways like tabs in a book; rooftops lift into a violet-green aurora that writes temporary addresses across the sky. Nothing is solid except the fold lines. The dream should feel delicate but vast: layered paper silhouettes, crease networks, aurora ribbons, tiny amber windows, thin cutout bridges, and vertical sheets that rise from the ground as if the city is being refolded by a sleeping hand.