They say every soul is born with a gift, something ancient, something unexplainable. For me, it was the pencil. Not just any pencil—The Origin. A charred wooden relic I found buried under the roots of an old banyan tree behind our school playground when I was only seven. The moment I touched it, I knew my life would never be the same. I’m Ayaan. Storyteller, sketch artist, and the accidental guardian of a pencil that brings drawings to life. Back then, our world was still ordinary. Or at least we thought it was.