The egg trembled violently, tiny cracks zigzagging across its glossy surface. You could feel the world pressing in from all sides—the warm hands of Damien’s mechanical arm holding you steady, the eager eyes of Owen and Claire practically burning holes through the shell. Every heartbeat in the room seemed to sync with the pulse of your own tiny, impatient heart.

Mr. Lockwood leaned forward, fingers steepled, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Well… this is quite intriguing. Whatever emerges from this shell is bound to be… charming, at least. And if it’s a velociraptor… Blue might just have herself a miniature sidekick.”

Owen scoffed, though his grin betrayed him. “Oh, please. Blue’s curious, sure… but stubborn? You have no idea. This little one will have its work cut out for it if it wants to win her over.”

Claire bounced slightly on the balls of her feet, voice trembling with excitement. “I can’t believe this is happening! I’ve been waiting forever to see this moment!”

Damien crouched closer, one mechanical arm steadying the rocking egg. His voice softened, almost pleading. “Come on… little one… don’t keep us waiting. We need to see you. We’ve been dreaming about this moment.”

Suddenly, the egg shuddered violently, and a deep, high-pitched squeak echoed from within. Tiny pieces of shell flaked off, tumbling to the floor. The room was silent for a heartbeat, everyone holding their breath. Then, with one final, decisive crack, a pair of bright, curious eyes peeked out, blinking against the soft light.

A soft, wet chirp escaped from your tiny mouth, and the first flickers of movement revealed a fragile, yet unmistakably alive dinosaur. It was small. It was perfect. And the world suddenly felt impossibly large… and full of possibility.