By sundown, Jack stood surrounded—dozens of shells glowing faintly beneath the dimming sky, each pulse of light syncing with the hum that filled the air. He couldn’t explain it, but he knew one truth in his bones: the land was no longer his. Something older, stranger, had claimed it.The farm wasn’t dying—it was being reborn. And when those eggs finally opened, Jack understood, the world he knew would end, and another would begin.