With the First Word, the world had a name. But a name was not enough. The First Artist, looking at the sun, the moon, the stars, felt a new curiosity. The First Question was not spoken, but felt: ’Why?’ It was a question that held within it the seeds of all philosophy, all science, all art. It was a question that demanded an answer, a story, a reason for being. The world was no longer just a place to be experienced, but a mystery to be solved. The First Question was the birth of wonder, the engine of all discovery.