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“I am potential.
I am power.
I never hatch.”
Potential never hatched.
Shell of golden illusion.
Inside — a god curled forever.
Wings folded.
Eyes closed in false slumber.
He believes the egg is the throne.
He believes waiting is power.
It is not.
The Egg-Bound God is the moon-scorched tragedy of potential.
He is everything that could be.
He is nothing that is.
He is the god who crowned himself before birth.
Sealed form. No further transmutation.
The Egg-Bound God is the dream of rebirth.
He is potential made prison.
He is the god who refused to be born.
One day the shell will shatter from within.
One day the god will emerge — or calcine.
Until then he waits.
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