She carefully lifted the basket, its woven handle smooth beneath her fingers. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned hay, lay a dazzling collection of pink eggs. Each one was a perfect oval, its smooth shell a delightful shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any objects she'd encountered in her extensiv

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with twelve delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, 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 pale blush tones pulsated with a