By day, I survive the modern world. I am part of the rush—a blur of emails, deadlines, and the relentless, fluorescent demand for efficiency. I live in the “always-on,” running on a treadmill of digital noise where silence is treated as a system error.

But by night, and I retreat here, to the Midnight Moon’s Library.

Here, the pace changes. I walk slowly through the towering, shadow-draped aisles, guided only by lantern light and the smell of old paper. I am not looking for content; I am hunting for memory. I scour these shelves to prove that the old stories weren’t just bedtime entertainment.

They were warnings.

Warning: Silence is not required in this Library, but critical thinking is mandatory.