Folding thoughts, unfolded ideas. Or viceversa? Lines and forms start to develop. Shadows of gray. Black and white. Dreamed colors. Forgotten details. Depth. That's where you have to go to bring them back. To line them up trying to build a story. A drama? A neverending novel? A distorted poetry. Memories. Unpredictable structures.
A final product.
Your Emerald city.
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