Prompt: A floating spherical egg hovering above a pristine white plate, casting impossible shadows on an empty breakfast table. Creative Process: Mortality hung in the air that day, suspended like an egg refusing to fall. the plate waited below with infinite patience, a stark white void ready to catch the inevitable. my mind wandered to those moments before catastrophe, when everything appears deceptively peaceful. this was my meditation on the final breakfast of humanity - when the last egg would hover above the last plate, watched by the last pair of eyes. the draped cloth below held the weight of all our collective waiting, all our shared anticipation of the end. in the corner, a navy curtain stood as the only witness to this quiet apocalypse..