



On November 5, a select few Chosen Awakeners are called towards rebirth. Cracks form across their eggshells. A feather rustles through. A hooked beak emerges here and there. These eggs have begun their journey from dreams to reality, mobilized by fate.
Why have the Chosen Awakeners emerged first? Why do they alone rouse among the other sleepers? Something is calling to them.
The universe, a silent witness, waits in bated breath for more.
On November 5, a select few Chosen Awakeners are called towards rebirth. Cracks form across their eggshells. A feather rustles through. A hooked beak emerges here and there. These eggs have begun their journey from dreams to reality, mobilized by fate.
Why have the Chosen Awakeners emerged first? Why do they alone rouse among the other sleepers? Something is calling to them.
The universe, a silent witness, waits in bated breath for more.
On November 5, a select few Chosen Awakeners are called towards rebirth. Cracks form across their eggshells. A feather rustles through. A hooked beak emerges here and there. These eggs have begun their journey from dreams to reality, mobilized by fate.
Why have the Chosen Awakeners emerged first? Why do they alone rouse among the other sleepers? Something is calling to them.
The universe, a silent witness, waits in bated breath for more.