Matriarchal Doll | Fantasy Art

In the hidden depths where life does start, A tiny universe, a work of art, The egg, a world in itself, so small, A mirrored image, a secret to all.

A precious gem in the womb's embrace, A glimmer of hope, a delicate space, A single cell with potential untold, A universe within, a story yet to be unfold.

Reflecting life's grand design, A mirror of ancestry, a link through time, In its core, the secrets of generations past, A looking glass to the future, destined to last.

So small, so mighty, the egg's sweet grace, A symphony of genes, a unique embrace, A mirrored image of what may come to be, The key to life's vast and wondrous tapestry.

In the quiet chambers of the female form, The egg, a treasure, a promise to transform, Mirrored in its simplicity, yet boundless in might, The spark of existence, a beacon of light.