Prophecy of the Two Made One Egg's
Prophecy of the Two Made One Egg's
One was two made one again, the brilliance of this egg defying separation into light and dark, though both shades can be seen hovering towards the tapered ends, flashing with deep ominous purples to one side, the softer glow of purer amethyst to the other. The center of the egg dominates all, however, the crystalline clarity of its' blinding light the result of its' final union. Once all was lost, all was dark; now, smooth shell's radiance creates an aura of hope for the future.
Singing Sword of Need Egg
Tempered steel rushes along oblong curves, shining silver reeking of magic and sorcery as plain and polished handle trails behind. A fire-burst explodes behind deadly blade as joyful and gleeful hues reach up to enwrap themselves in the sheen of the sharp, silvery edge. Along the broad side, ancient script writhes and reels into a fiery inspiration: 'Woman's Need calls me, as Woman's Need made me, Need's will I answer, as my Maker bade me.'
Spellsinger's Duar Egg
Echoes of the ages reverberate in haunting tones from the faint glow of purple surrounding this vaguely heart-shaped ovoid in a nimbus of dancing light and shadow. Ridges resembling the striated strings of a gitar march across the surface in lines of six and six, joining together over a darker patch on the shell before disappearing into a mystical, extra-dimensional void. Out of the corner of the eye, the jittering and swirling shapes of gneechees can be glimpsed, defying the eye just out of reach of mortal sight, only to fade back into the pale lavendar mist that surrounds the egg once the echoes of poignant melody dissipate.
Goblin King's Conundrum Egg
Mercurial fancy fleets across an enchanted playground; reality transmutes with each blink denying the eye's former perception. Somber shades of slate and ash cross the expanse as refracted light creates endless spirals only to recomplicate into convoluted corridors. Lest escape revel from memory's collapse, shadows entangle the mind in lonely oubliettes. Amid the bleakness a lonely citadel crests the ovoid's central rise accompanied by hidden flares of vibrant life which sink back into the darkness at every turn only to reappear at journey's culmination.
Locket of the Moon Princess Egg
Inlaid rays of tempered yellow-gold cross a damask dome, biding a circle in Apollo's signature. Precious stones orbit their galactic center, each adding power to the whole: emerald lends strength, ruby augments passion, sapphire suffuses knowledge, topaz evokes confidence. Where the innocent blush finally deepens to despair, the empyrean radiance of underlying diamond burns away doubt in the prismatic clarity of truth.
One Ring To Rule Them All Egg
Encircling bands of yellow gold ring tenebrous orb, bright flash of metal hovering briefly above furnace's fiery heart, before plunging downwards into oblivion. Flames leap and crackle from below, eager to engulf gold's enchanting circle in molten destruction, whilst smoky tendrils caress the precious surface as if reluctant to consign such perfection to the smouldering maw beneath.
Love's Lost Promise Rose Egg
Crystal casement glistens under Phoebe's gentle touch, moonbeam's delicate caress the only company for exiled treasures. Suspended within the translucent cage, crimson unfurls to mark the passing days, already tinged with decay from former glory. Softly falling petals trace slow trails towards fated end, whilst their fragile velvet crisp'd sisters lie strewn against shell's rounded end, crumbling at the merest touch.
End of the World Letter Egg
Diminutive and unassuming, this mostly white egg might be overlooked, only minor creases visible under shell's enveloping grit. Simplicity whispers secret revelations, any tiny, suggested movement a component of something larger, whole as yet unseen. A circular swirl in rose seals promise at its heart, etchwork gleaming petal-soft against harsher bleached surface. Truth inscribes the chalky facade, warm and plain, any answer within undone by the addressee's interpretation.
Six Signs the Circle Egg
Onyx coalesces at orb's pointed tip, ominous tendrils threatening to overtake the pristine luminescence emanating from the rounded end. Multicolored rings thread along the orb's midsection, barring eternal darkness' passage. Fire tempered rowan edged against aged bronze in turn meets newly forged iron; three mandalas form but half the circle. Wrought gold burns with blacksmith's fire, cooled by crystal water born against flint gray stone. Six signs the circle, turning back dark's rising tide.
Tessen's Fanned Flames Egg
Ignition's orange-gold sparks attack in char and brass across leathered shell, intensity of color alone seeming to radiate heat, bathing everything around in a titian glow. Darker streaks like bracking ribs fan out from the ovoid's narrow end, giving the illusion of steely ridges chasing along its surface, accompanied by darkening smoke clouds and sunburnt flash. Wolfish crackle lines rage in an arc, whipping up destruction by their passage, residue of sand clinging to shell's surface like ash.
Magic Underfoot Egg
A ribbon of pastel cyan weaves from the crown of the egg in a twisting plait with the darker harmony of navy. The duet of colour curves in a larger pattern, mimicked by a mirror image lovingly entwining with its twin. Wooly cloud stretches under the floating darker threads of magic, soft diamonds scattered over the egg bound by the twining pattern. Muted crimson, worn to aged rust, blooms at the heart of each diamond; a heart of ancient knowledge piercing the cream field.
Universe of the Four Gods Egg
Gilt gleams luminously at eggshell's rim, hints at a strange excitement of what might lie
within: innocent's glitter and gold leaf emblazoned with phoenix-fire red in smouldering
backdrop, ember's glow shining tenacious hope. The shell has a ripple within the pattern
upon its surface like the rustle of unfurling parchment, its seeming fragility covered
with dark etchings like ancient calligraphy appearing line by line, composed in
incantation. All unassuming the egg looks -- though steeped in ominous mystery that
threatens to consume and draw its watcher elsewhere.
