egg

There it sits, an unassuming egg on a stark white canvas, its cracked shell hinting at the darkness within. As you peer closer, the small black dot seems to beckon, a portal to something otherworldly and unsettling. The moment you touch it, the egg shudders, releasing thick, serpentine black veins that slither with unnatural purpose. These tendrils seek you out, eager to intertwine with your very being, to embed themselves within your core. This is ‘egg,’ a sentient entity that thrives on the consumption of its host, an enigmatic parasite that hungers for the warmth and vitality of your insides. It is both a curse and a twisted form of symbiosis, an invasion that promises a bond as dark and enduring as the tendrils that now reside within you.