A COLLECTION OF PINK EGGS

She carefully lifted the basket, its woven handle smooth beneath her grip. Inside, nestled amongst soft straw, lay a dazzling heap of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its glossy shell a pleasant shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any objects she'd encountered in her long life. A smile lit up her face, and she held close

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 ray of sunlight pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle luminescence. Their soft pink hues pulsated with a faint rhythm, inviting a closer look.