Gái Già Lắm Chiêu

In the quiet of dawn, when the world was still wrapped in darkness, a lone egg lay in the warmth of the nest. It was the last egg, the final hope of a dying species. The mother bird had laid all her eggs, but only this one had survived. The world outside was harsh and unforgiving, but within the fragile shell lay the promise of new life. As the first light of day crept over the horizon, the last egg began to crack, a small crack that grew larger with each passing moment. And as the world held its breath, a tiny head emerged, blinking in the light. The last egg had hatched, and with it, a new beginning for a once-endangered species.