She carefully lifted the hamper, its woven handle smooth beneath her grip. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned straw, lay a vibrant heap of pink eggs. 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 the baske

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with twelve delicate pink eggs. Each shell was subtlety textured, 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 glow. Their soft pink hues held captive a melody, inviting a closer look. The sheen of the