Rancher Jack’s morning started like any other—coffee in hand, boots crunching over dry soil.

But when he reached his cornfield, his heart sank. The crops were dead, the ground littered with smooth,

pale eggs unlike anything he’d seen. Alarmed and suspicious, Jack reached for his shovel, but his daughters begged him to wait.

Strange things kept happening. The chickens refused to leave their coop, and one vanished without a trace. The pigs snorted and paced

as if sensing something foreign in the air. At night, low, humming noises drifted from the field, unsettling Jack more than he cared to admit.

Then came the injured barn cat—limping, shaking, eyes wide with fear—found near his old truck. That same afternoon, his youngest daughter tugged on his sleeve,

saying the eggs were moving. Jack followed her to the field, uneasy but unable to ignore the pull of whatever this was. Something was changing.

By sundown, Jack stood in the middle of the field, surrounded by faintly glowing shells. He didn’t understand what was happening,

only that it wasn’t natural. The farm had become something else—something waiting to awaken. And from that moment on, nothing would ever be the same.

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