Prompt Art

Leaving the dark, safe space of the shell is a disorienting and scary ordeal for any newborn, but it is every elysiphim’s first experience when the young hatchlings inevitably wake up. With a hard push there’s a crack. And another. And another. The egg lightly rocks to the side, then pauses. Then rocks again with another shove from the inside, and goes still afterwards. Things get quiet for a few moments, until on...