The egg breaks. Delicate as it was, it was only a vessel for life. Having waited for rain its dry, arid landscape collapsed under the weight of dust. Under the rust that flaked from the underside of distant clouds, like scabs from a wound that never wholly heals.
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The egg breaks. Delicate as it was, it was only a vessel for life. Having waited for rain its dry, arid landscape collapsed under the weight of dust. Under the rust that flaked from the underside of distant clouds, like scabs from a wound that never wholly heals.