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As I lay in bed, slowly blinking myself awake, something odd caught my eye. There, just beside me on the sheet, were a few tiny round objects—perfectly shaped, almost too perfect. They were small, neatly arranged, and looked almost deliberate in how they sat there.
At first, I had no idea what they were. Maybe crumbs? Beads from something? But as I leaned in for a closer look, a sudden chill went down my spine. These weren’t just random bits of debris.
They looked like eggs.
s just a regular morning. The kind where you wake up slowly, still half-lost in dreams, stretching out under warm sheets and easing into the day. But for me, that peaceful start was about to take a sharp and unsettling turn.
