Folded Script

The Geometry That Believed

This wasn’t built to impress.
It was folded, like hands in prayer.
Quietly. Carefully. With purpose.

Each angle was an offering.
Each corridor—a verse.

The sun moved through it like language,
casting its own alphabet on the floor.

No one explained it.
But no one needed to.

Here, you didn’t read the space—
it read you.