[...Well the picture that pointed me to the egg was in the basement but now I'm not so certain that was what I was meant to do.]

[I suppose while I'm here, I can set the egg on the couch and play out a domestic adorable scene as an older brother returning home to greet his little sister egg and tell her how much she's grown and how she's been missed and how he certainly wasn't out killing people or destroying worlds or being a terrible excuse for a human being--]

[Once I'm done playing out all my current emotional problems in a very therapeutic session, I suppose I should take the egg to the pedestal instead and see if the songbirds want her.

I mean it.]