I walked into the shop, greeted with a familiar sight. The man at the shop before was still there, writing on a piece of parchment. His eyes were dead set on the paper, not recognizing that someone just entered the shop.
He would occasionally adjust his glasses, then continue scribbling something.
Even after getting close to the man, he didn't seem to realize I was there.
Naturally, my intention was to speak up and ask to buy some paper. However, before the words could come out of my mouth, a sudden realization hit me.
I put my life at risk, recklessly teleporting as I navigated the alleyways. My will was stretched to its very limits, letting me perform things I never thought of before. Especially the strange experience of both relaxing and tensing my muscles.
And what was the purpose of all that?
...To buy paper.
Not to mention, a single sheet of paper.