She carefully lifted the basket, its woven handle smooth beneath her grip. Inside, nestled amongst soft straw, lay a dazzling collection of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its smooth shell a pleasant shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any sight she'd witnessed before in her long life. A smile spread across her face, and

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with a multitude of delicate pink eggs. Each shell was smooth and glossy, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single ray of sunlight pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle shimmer. Their soft pink hues seemed to whisper, inviting a closer look. The sheen