I have seen the roots of leyline convergence. Not diagrams. Not maps. The true roots.
They pulse beneath the earth like veins, slow and vast and unknowable.
I stood above one today, meditating. The mana there felt older than time. Not more powerful — more deliberate.
I think some of the first spells were not created by humans or beasts, but by the world itself.
If so, then mana did not begin as a gift, but as a whisper that became language.