It was a story of one proud, well-composed paper being, Mr Paper. He had a wholesome personality, his conscience was as pure as a
clean slate, and his corners were always sharp. Once, he was strolling down the boulevard—while suddenly a wild quill appeared, honking and splurting ink left and right! Before Mr Paper knew it, he was blotted from tip to toe. His soul was crushed, it tore into pieces—and I mean it, quite literally! His Anima became known as
Mrs Vellum; his Animus turned into a fierce
Signor Glasspaper. His Shadow, however, was long hidden in the Underworld wherein it paved its way up in the local shady hierarchy... as Ca͝ŗb͡o̶͞ń͘ ̸͟͡P̢̕͝a͟ṕ̧͜e͟r̢.
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