The air is cool and still, carrying the faint echo of footsteps on ancient stone. Light pours in, scattering into shifting patterns across tiled walls.

Geometry alive, infinite in its repetition.

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This is where Alhambra began. In the ornate walls of Andalusia, where architecture becomes poetry, and shadow and light embrace. Translated into origami, the folds reveal both presence and absence - the positive and the negative - two faces of the same truth.

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Here, pattern becomes meditation. A reminder that beauty resides not only in what we see, but also in the spaces between.