🐸 A Farmer’s Morning Turns into a Wild Discovery
At dawn, bathed in soft golden light, 64-year-old Thomas walked his soybean fields—just as he’d done for decades. Rain from the night before clung to every leaf; puddles shimmered under the quiet haze.
It was supposed to be a routine check. But something in the soil caught his eye.
There, nestled in a low dip of land, lay a collection of small translucent eggs, each softly glowing with an eerie bluish tint. They weren’t bird eggs. Not insect, either. Too delicate. Too alien.