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 curved, with edges that seemed carefully designed rather than randomly formed. There were no labels, no brand markings, and no instructions attached to it. It felt like a tool that had outlived its documentation.