Konglig ForkInverTer

Back when it was better, tools were few and willful, handles splintered, heads spun, and form obeyed only whim. Most mortals shrugged, yet Konglig ForkInverTer judged such disorder an affront to existence itself. From a realm beyond perception, where possibility braids into infinite branches he descended to enact one universe-correcting deed. The bequest of the Mighty Fork. With neither touch nor toil, he merely whispered the fork’s pattern into raw matter. Iron rearranged itself into a pronged sigil that parts chaos in whichever direction it turns. Timber aligned into perfect joinery, rivers embraced elegant deltas, and entire timelines obediently diverged at his passing glance. Though his name now dwells in the hush between heartbeats, every decisive “fork”, in code, craft, cuisine, or cosmic law still vibrates with his resonance.