A COLLECTION OF PINK EGGS

She carefully lifted the basket, its plaited handle smooth beneath her fingers. Inside, nestled amongst fluffy straw, lay a vibrant heap of pink eggs. Each one was a perfect oval, its smooth shell a charming shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her many years. A smile lit up her face, and she held close the basket. T

Upon the rustic table sat a basket brimming with twelve delicate pink eggs. Each shell was smooth and glossy, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single shard of golden warmth pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle luminescence. Their gentle shades held captive a melody, inviting a closer look. The