This sculpture looks like an alien egg about to hatch wisdom.

The sculpture stood there like a sentinel from another world—its olive-green surface marked by precise lines that seemed to pulse with quiet energy. Around it, the gallery hummed softly with the presence of abstract paintings and polished floors reflecting muted light. I found myself circling it slowly as if expecting it to shift or speak. The air carried a sense of reverence, as though the object held secrets only patience could unlock. It wasn’t just an object; it was a conversation waiting to happen.