The waiting rooms became sacred long before anyone called them that.
Not religious.
Not ceremonial.
Human.
Across the rewritten foundation, civilizations slowly stopped designing societies around the assumption that people should endure suffering privately.
And once that changed—
Everything else began changing too.
The emotional resonance flowing through existence deepened steadily.
Warm.
Reliable.
Present.
Not overwhelming people.
Remaining reachable.
The interstellar city overhead glowed softly beneath drifting silver memory-light.
Inside one waiting room, strangers sat together in comfortable silence while rain traced patterns against wide crystal windows.
Nobody demanded conversation.
Nobody required explanations.
Yet somehow—
The room still felt full of care.
Seraphine watched quietly.
"…It's strange."
Aria glanced toward her.
"…What is?"
Seraphine smiled faintly.
"…Nobody here is trying to fix each other."
The rewritten foundation pulsed warmly.
YES.
