This egg has a woodsy color, patches of a forest loam brown broken by thin streaky of pale birch white and black specks and shriveled, rotten leaf
tones, as if some mysterious hand had transposed a dead forest onto the surface of the egg and then broken it down to basic colors. Even the
texture of the egg is unusual, a rough bark feel to the touch that seems like it could rub off onto the fingers. In an out of the way section of the
egg, barely visible above the sands is a patch of bright red blooms amidst a dark soil-colored brown. There's something disturbingly ominous
about that small patch of red, hidden away as it is, like it's something not to be spoken of.