Once in a verdant valley, cradled by ancient, whispering forests, lived a boy named Lenny, whose world was shaped, quite literally, by circles. From the tender age of three, Lenny was mesmerized by the perfection of this shape. He would spend hours spinning in circles, his laughter echoing through the trees, and he would blow soap bubbles, marveling at their round symmetry as they caught the sunlight.