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Some beings wander jungles and endless steppes,
seeking eggs abandoned by time and chance.
They gather them with care and wait as life awakens.
Each shell holds a mystery:
a bird, a dragon, or something yet unnamed.
When the young at last emerge, they must be nurtured and taught—
a labor of patience and devotion.
Imagine, then, a bird tasked with raising
a fire-breathing dragon—
ah, those poor, singed feathers.