In the center of a secluded forest clearing, bathed in the ethereal glow of moonlight, sat a mysterious black egg. It was unlike any natural object, its surface smooth and glossy, almost reflecting the surrounding trees as if it were made of polished obsidian. The air around the egg felt dense, charged with a strange, quiet energy that made the wind still and the animals keep their distance.
The egg began to hum faintly, a deep, resonating sound that made the ground quiver. A thin crack appeared on its surface, slowly widening as the egg shifted. The crack grew, jagged lines snaking across the glossy exterior. With a soft, wet crackle, the egg split open.
