Kristie Kline felt the egg pulse warm against her palm, its light reflecting in her eyes. The air tasted of damp earth and something else…something ancient. Each step deeper into the hall brought more eggs, each one radiating an unsettling glow. She wasn't sure why she was here, only that the rabbit beckoned. It hadn’t spoken, but a silent promise hung heavy between them: find the heart of the nest, or become part of it. The stone felt cold beneath her boots as she moved forward, drawn by the egg’s light and the rabbit's watchful gaze.