After taking over the ancestral paper shop, I originally thought that it would close down after a few days.
Until a video of customizing a Nordic style paper villa for a cat unexpectedly went viral.
Orders started to rush in: e-sports suits, bathing robots, figures of a scumbag man kneeling to admit his mistake...
"Boss, can you create a boy band for me? I need someone who can sing and dance!"
My smoky blue-haired celebrity partner and I looked at each other, feeling that the ancestral craftsmanship was passing through.
Until a mysterious old man said in a trembling voice: "My child, your method of folding cornices is exactly the same as your grandfather's."
I looked at the absurd but heart-warming orders in the room and suddenly understood——
What we paste is not paper, but unfinished thoughts in the world.
The most outrageous thing is that the tablet I burned for my great-grandpa actually received a report of his pentakill last night...
