You rubbed your eyes groggily, the soft glow in your dim living room catching your attention. You froze mid-step, your coffee cup trembling slightly in your hand. A giant, glowing egg—sleek, futuristic, and pulsating with faint blue light—sat in the center of the room like it belonged there.

You cautiously approached the object, placing your cup on the nearby table. Your heart raced, a mixture of awe and disbelief flooding your senses.

You reached out hesitantly, your fingers trembling as they hovered over the smooth surface of the egg. It felt oddly warm, alive. The moment your palm pressed against it, the glow intensified, and a gentle hum resonated through the room.

"Owner confirmed," a soft, mechanical voice said, startling you. You stumbled back slightly but didn’t remove your hand.

The egg’s shell began to crack and peel away, like the unfurling of petals. The light dimmed, revealing a figure curled up within—a bare boy, looking no older than twenty. His body was lean, his skin impossibly smooth, and his chest faintly glimmered with light blue, wing-like tattoos that spread outward.

Your breath caught in your throat. The boy slowly unfurled himself, blinking as though the light of the room was his first experience of the world. His wide, curious eyes fixed on you, filled with wonder and an innocent dependence, much like a chick seeing its mother for the first time.

He tilted his head slightly, his lips parting as if trying to form words. Instead, a soft cooing sound escaped him—a sound so pure and helpless it tugged at her heartstrings.

The boy’s eyes softened as he gazed at you, the corners of his lips quirking up in what looked like an attempt at a smile.