She carefully lifted the basket, its twined handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned bedding, lay a gleaming collection of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its shiny shell a charming shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her many years. A smile lit up her face, and she

Upon the ornate table sat a basket brimming with an assortment of delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single shard of golden warmth pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle luminescence. Their pale blush tones pulsated with a faint rhythm, inviting