My father handed me this tool, saying I might need it one day. I still don’t know what it’s for, and he just laughs whenever I ask. The handle is hollow.

I found it at the very bottom of my toolbox, hidden beneath layers of rusted screws, worn-out gloves, and small parts I no longer remembered collecting. It looked like something from a different era, a forgotten piece of metal that had somehow survived years of being ignored.

At first glance, it didn’t resemble anything I could immediately recognize, which made it even more intriguing.

The object was small but solid, with a weight that suggested it was meant for real work rather than decoration or guesswork. Its shape was unusual—neither fully flat nor fully…