<span style="font-style: italic">'Please...come to me...'</span><br/><br/>The voice calls to the human, who had replied, questioning if she had actually heard anyone speaking to her. The existence tried so hard to get the human to see, to come. It was hard, when it knew not where it was, the only thing around it being entire darkness. Was it really there? Or was it just a floating presence, unknown to the world? It felt like it was something, but only a tiny fraction felt some sort of reality. Everything else was pitch black, and the enveloping warmth that surrounded it completely.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'Come...come...come...'</span><br/><br/>Over and over it calls, guiding the human to it's presence, in the corner of that loud room. Hiding, in a nest of hay, tucked away, almost like it was purposely left there. A faint glowing could be seen, a gentle pulsating light, and when one pushed away the bedding, they would see an egg. It was beautiful, the shell of colors of the night sky, with sparkling pieces to represent the stars. The surface swirled gently, like the galaxy itself, no second was the color the same, ever changing, slowly but surely. It slowly pulsed with light, almost like a heartbeat.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://img1.etsystatic.com/130/1/7252160/il_340x270.932845659_nzcl.jpg">[ img ]</a>