Circle in the sand ✧ Open, EGG

~ ☼ The sun sat low in the sky, nearly beginning to dip below the horizon as the ocean waves swept across the nearly undisturbed sands. Undisturbed, save for a large, gray shape, left half embedded in the sand. Ovular, with a hard, smooth surface, it may have looked like a stone from a distance, but with a closer look, there was no denying what this was, an egg. A faint, curving line in the sand led to, and from the egg, almost as if something big had dragged its tail back and forth in its journey there, leading back out towards the ocean, with no footprints left visible in its wake. The egg itself was sizeable as well, sitting at half a foot tall, and whatever lay inside was undoubtedly going to be big itself.

It was...cold. She didn't think in words, she didn't know any, but she knew it was cold, the warmth she had felt earlier all but sapped away. Trapped in this darkness, she couldn't have seen anything, even if she had opened her eyes, the hard, outer shell of her home keeping her safe within. If she could have cried out, she would have, she didn't like the cold, sapping away what little strength she had in the first place, seeping in from above, slowly driving away the little warmth that still came from below. Yet, the time wasn't right for her to leave, this was still her home, and her prison at the same time, locked within this confinement, slowly chilled by the outside world, left behind, and forgotten