| You find yourself standing on the shore of
a smokey grey ocean, how you came to be here you do not know, but you put
that thought out of your head.
Just ahead of you in the water is a clump of rocks, and nestled in the rocks is a large red egg, alone, unprotected, it is at the mercy of the wind and waves |
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| You wait patiently to see if someone will appear to explain the egg, but no one comes. Who does this egg belong to? Who or what will it become? the questions fill your mind, but no answers come. With a sense of disappointment you turn back the way you came. |
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