Where do the great, timeless fairytales truly begin? Not in a leather-bound book, nor in a flash of divine inspiration, but with a question. A tiny, luminous spark of an idea, often found in the most unassuming of places. Picture this: late one afternoon, a boy kneels on a damp sidewalk, tracing a jagged crack with his finger. The air, thick with the scent of recent rain and cooling asphalt, ca...
