Wyatt Jervey entered the world with a gaze that seemed to hold the weight of millennia. Even as a newborn, his eyes darted back and forth, taking in every detail of his surroundings. The faintest sounds elicited a furrowed brow, a sign of deep contemplation. His tiny fists, often clenched tightly, spoke of an unwavering will, a thirst for understanding the mysteries unfolding around him. Though unable to express himself through words, Wyatt communicated through gurgles and coos, each sound brimming with a unique melody, hinting at the creative spark residing within.