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

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with a multitude of 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 held captive a melody, inviting a closer look. The she