Dawn / first crease
Every garden starts as a flat sheet. Scroll — the sun drags itself up and your folds begin to open. The first wave sows itself.
Noon / hard light
Photocopy sun. Petals flatten, shadows go sharp, dust hangs in the air. Wind picks up scraps of yesterday's drafts.
Storm / the gust
A ripped-page storm tears through. Stems bend, petals shiver. Origami holds — that's the whole point of a crease.
Dusk / rust hour
Everything goes flyer-red and kraft-gold. Blooms are fully open now. Click the dirt to fill any bald patch.
Night / xerox dark
Lights out. Fireflies (burnt toner dots) come up. Your garden is saved — export the PNG or copy a share link below.