A COLLECTION OF EGGS IN A ROSY HUE

She carefully lifted the container, its woven handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned hay, lay a gleaming heap of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its glossy shell a pleasant shade of pastel pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her many years. A smile spread across her face, and she

Upon the ornate 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 beam of light pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle glow. Their gentle shades pulsated with a faint rhythm, inviting a closer look. The sheen of