A BASKET FULL PINK EGGS

She carefully lifted the hamper, its woven handle smooth beneath her fingers. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned straw, lay a gleaming heap of pink eggs. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its shiny shell a delightful shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her extensive experience. A smile lit up her face, and she gently

Upon the ornate table sat a basket brimming with twelve delicate pink eggs. Each shell was smooth and glossy, 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 shimmer. Their gentle shades seemed to whisper, inviting a closer look. The sheen of the eggs