An egg does not stay in the clutch forever. At some point, it cracks open — not in haste, but in readiness.
When the nest becomes crowded and confined, the only remaining move is to hatch elsewhere.
The Egg is for those who recognize that moment.
The Egg breaks from the shell. Identity begins to emerge.
Form takes shape naturally. Life unfolds without force.
Transformation is witnessed. Purpose remains unchanged.
The path proves itself through growth, not validation.
No climax. No finale. The Egg keeps becoming.
This isn't a crowd waiting to hatch. It's a collection of shells cracking in the same direction, each at their own time.