Lily’s parents rushed around the house, the floor squeaking beneath them. An eerie silence filled the space. At the kitchen table, the strange eggs sat still, their faint glow and intricate patterns mesmerizing. No one could explain them. “What are you?” Lily’s mother whispered repeatedly, gripping her daughter’s hand.

The expert arrived swiftly, his calm demeanor contrasting with the rising tension. He examined the eggs with gloved hands, his face darkening. The light in the room seemed to dim as he worked. Finally, he spoke with grave certainty: “These aren’t your normal eggs… You need to leave this house right away.” His words hit like thunder.

Lily’s parents exchanged panicked glances. “What are they?” her father asked. The expert didn’t answer directly. “Every second that passes raises the risk.” His urgency left no room for debate.

In the freezing night air, the family’s breaths were visible as they hurriedly packed essentials. The eggs remained still—but something about them felt aware. As the family fled, one chilling thought remained: their lives would never be the same again.