Stricken by the tormented cobalt of an emotionless ocean, jagged obsidian rises from the depths of this ovoid and stretches far into the grey of
storm-cursed weather. Burnt sienna and russet twirl forth, perpetuated by flickers of moss green, a towering formation coated in a breath of
shadow which only grows more bleak towards the lofty summit. Though, might this egg be perused, a glint of light within the murk may be seen.
The briefest flicker of an intense gold - appearing it would seem - at will from within the shadows and disappearing once more into darkness.