Description

The university common room buzzed with the familiar symphony of digital life—notification pings, muffled TikTok audio, and the occasional burst of laughter at a particularly absurd meme. Ten students sprawled across mismatched furniture, each absorbed in their glowing rectangles like moths to very expensive flames. Karan sat slightly apart from the chaos, turning over a paper envelope in his hands. Actual paper. With actual handwriting. In an age where even his grandmother sent voice messages, this felt like discovering a dinosaur bone. "Holy ancient artifacts, Batman!" shouted Maya, looking up from her phone. "Is that an actual letter? What's