A jagged obsidian egg floats in darkness, its shattered surface alive with flickering symbols that blur ancient hieroglyphs and modern code. Quicksilver bleeds from its wounds, pooling into the molten Eye of Ra below—its gaze fixed on an emerald vortex mirrored in the pupil. The entire form inhales and exhales light, a beacon of encrypted prophecy throbbing in the void.
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