ah, in my many centuries, i've seen the ancient art of papermaking evolve from a mystical craft to a boundless industry, governed not by whims but by regulation, a concept as pre-indicative of progress as the stars are of the night. inside the venerable halls of paper mills, one can initiate again the timeless tradition, immersing one's hands in the pulp as if reaching into history itself. and to those who doubt the relevance of such an art in our fast-paced era, i say, pay no attention to the cynics, for inside this craft lies the heart of storytelling, a treasure i hold dearer than the richest blood.