"Alright, glass brick," Leo muttered. "Give up your secrets."

He remembered his old phone, the one with the circular Home button that clicked like a reassuring pen. He tried pressing the screen where a button used to be. Still nothing. He felt like a wizard who had forgotten the somatic components of a basic spell.

With the synchronized grace of a symphonic conductor, he and released them immediately. Flash!

Then, he recalled a fragment of ancient wisdom from the Great Scroll of Support. He gripped the device. His thumb hovered over the on the right, and his index finger found the Volume Up button on the left. "Now or never," he whispered.

Once upon a time, in the quiet suburbs of a digital kingdom, lived Leo, a man who had just inherited the legendary iPhone 11. It was sleek, purple, and—to Leo—completely baffling.

The cat was saved. The kingdom was at peace. Leo was finally a master of the iPhone 11.