Library of Etiquette
I had heard whispers of it—a place hidden in the noise of world, where silence spoke louder than a thousand voices. The Library of Etiquette, they called it, though I had little belief left in the old ways. My life was a blur of notifications, fleeting likes, and hasty replies. In an age where people spoke without listening, and listened without understanding, what room was there for the formalities of a distant past?