Suddenly, my dream shattered with the jarring sound of eggshells crunching near me.
The flames were beginning to wane, releasing a thick cloud of smoke that enveloped the area. Visibility was a challenge, but I could make out the silhouette of something massive lurking just beyond the fire's edge. It moved with a strange caution, as if the flames were a mere inconvenience rather than a true threat.
"Little female, I smell a sweet ambrosia coming off you. Shall I eat you or should I breed you?" The voice that emerged was rough and raspy, sending chills down my spine.
My heart raced, and panic surged through me as I fumbled for my pepper spray, securing my jacket around my waist and clutching a sharp stick in my other hand.
"Perhaps I could just breed you, let you lay some eggs for me to devour later."
