Chapter 1 — The Drawings Leo Never Understood
Leo sat on his bed with his old sketchbook open.
His pencil moved slowly, but his hand felt light, almost guided.
He drew shapes he didn't understand — circles inside circles, long lines, a strange symbol like a broken star.
He had drawn these all his life, even as a kid.
The door opened.
Ella peeked in with a playful smile.
"You're drawing those symbols again, Leo?"
Max followed behind her.
"Bro, you draw these every day. You don't even know what they mean."
Leo laughed softly, but the truth was…
he DID feel something when he drew them.
Not meaning — more like a distant memory trying to come back.
Ella sat beside him.
"They look important. Maybe they're from your dreams?"
Leo shook his head.
"I don't dream."
And that was true.
Leo never had dreams.
Not even once.
But sometimes… when he closed his eyes…
he felt like something ancient was watching him.
He ignored it.
"Let's do something fun," Max said.
"Let's go somewhere new today."
Leo didn't know it yet…
but this was the moment his fate began.