Inside a stone chamber carved beneath the roots of the ancient forest, BearFAI sat in silence. The cold air bit into his fur, but he didn’t flinch. His eyes were locked onto a swirling orb, suspended in a cradle of ironwood. It glowed with a strange hue — purple like bruised skies — and at its heart pulsed the mark of Ink Blockchain. His paw gripped a quill, the kind used by scribes of old. Every few seconds, he jotted down a symbol onto a leather-bound tome — not words, but shapes. The orb r...