Leo presses his red cap low over his eyes and opens his sketchbook to a fresh blank page. He folds a paper airplane with careful hands, then launches it toward the sky. The plane spirals and catches the wind, soaring higher and higher. Leo watches it go — and a grin cracks open across his face.
The paper airplane flutters down and lands flat against the window of a tower that scrapes the clouds. Leo stares at it — then at his blank sketchbook — then back at the window. His pencil moves before he even thinks about it.
He sketches a skyscraper with a crooked spire, then folds another plane and sends it flying. It whizzes past a postcard of the Eiffel Tower and loops around a glass point that pierces the sky. The plane tumbles toward a city where every tower tickles the clouds.
Leo chases the plane through the pages, his fingers leaving smudges of graphite on the skyline. The paper catches an updraft and lifts — boots, red cap, and all — up the side of a great stone building. Stone by stone, he rises.
At the top, Leo finds a brass plaque that reads: 'Dreamed by someone just like you.' Below it, a folded note flutters down from a pigeon. He unfolds it to reveal a tiny sketch of his own crooked spire.
Leo climbs to the very peak of a tower of glass and steel. The wind whips his cap off and the city stretches out like a glittering map. He presses his palms against the cold glass and whispers: 'Then I'll dream one taller.'
The wind carries his words away. The paper airplane returns — this time with a blank page tucked inside. Leo catches it and smiles, turning back toward home.
Back at his desk, Leo opens his sketchbook and draws a building with no top — a tower that keeps reaching, line after line, past the stars.
He pins the drawing to his wall and folds a fresh paper airplane. The room feels different now — bigger, somehow, like the walls have stretched to match his dreams.
Leo launches the plane toward the ceiling. It hovers for just a second — then spirals down, waiting. He watches it fall and knows it will return.
The paper airplane spirals down and lands softly on the sketchbook. Leo picks it up and opens to a new blank page. He thinks about the next building — the one that will touch the moon.
Leo picks up his pencil. The page waits. Outside, the moon watches. And somewhere, a paper airplane is already folding itself, ready to fly.