Looks like an alien egg trying to blend in by reflecting Earth.

The gallery courtyard was alive with reflections—trees bending into the curve of the metallic surface and clouds caught like whispers in its perforated skin. I moved closer to the sculpture, watching my own distorted image ripple across its polished surface. It felt less like looking at a mirror and more like stepping into someone else’s dream. Around me, the world carried on as usual—cyclists passing by, sunlight dancing on the water beneath the sculpture—but for a moment, it all seemed contained within this shimmering oval. The air smelled faintly of eucalyptus, grounding me just enough to remember where I was.