For forty-five minutes, he worked in a trance. His world narrowed to the paper. He was not a student; he was a conductor, and the paper was his reluctant orchestra. He reverse-folded the tip of the snout to create the nostrils. He used a "sink fold" to push a mountain of paper inward, creating the deep socket of the eye. He painstakingly thinned the horns, curling them with wet-folding—a technique of lightly dampening the paper to allow for organic curves.

For the uninitiated, the Ryujin 3.5 is a mythical beast. It is a Japanese dragon, but not the stout, wingless serpent of lore. Kamiya’s Ryujin is a hyper-detailed, quadrupedal, horned dragon with scales, claws, and a sinuous, serpentine body. The complete model requires folding a single square of paper into over 1,000 distinct scales, a process that can take over a hundred hours. But Riku wasn't building the whole dragon tonight. He was just building the head. And that, he had learned, was like saying he was "just" going to climb the first thousand feet of Everest.

And then, disaster.

He leaned forward and whispered to the creature, "You'll have your body one day." For the first time that night, he smiled. The dragon, silent and fierce on the library table, seemed to smile back.

He slumped back in his chair, ready to crumple the whole thing. But he didn't. He remembered a line from Kamiya’s own notes: "The dragon is not in the paper. The dragon is in the patience to repair what breaks."