A birth certificate is the most boring paper anybody owns, which is exactly why a wrong line on one stops a table cold: a twin nobody mentioned, a father the court sealed, a record rebuilt from what the neighbours remembered.
One A4 page laid out like the certified copy an office hands over the counter: the issuing authority, the record and certificate numbers, the child, the parents with their ages, birthplaces and occupations, the informant, the attestation, a box for remarks, the place and date of issue and the registrar’s signature. Click any line to rename its printed title or take it off the form, and drag the seal wherever the clerk would have pressed it.
Five styles: a 1920s county copy typed into a printed blank with an engraved border and a raised seal, an Eastern Bloc abridged extract with a violet stamp, a modern certificate on guilloche security paper, a fantasy temple’s book of namings under red wax, and a space colony’s registry extract with a hologram. The paper that proves who the character became is an Identity Card, and the report written when the dates did not add up is an Official Form.