The egg, however, now seems to be drifting to sleep. Leaving another day behind.

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Good night, Hope.

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Little whispers as tears fall to the pillow can be heard only by getting very close.

"Papa" "Pa"

It whimpers, begging for family and friends.

"I'm sorry"

It apologizes, not even knowing for what, not remembering why.

"Yume"

It calls to a name that no longer roams there.

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Length, ones who used to look like rubber, now appear solid like a bone. Around its body, dark marks decorated the white shell.

The shaky breath, the small sobs, the egg could be having a nightmare, however that's not possible.

The egg is actually awake.

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