She carefully lifted the container, its twined handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst soft hay, lay a gleaming assortment of eggs the color of roses. Each one was a perfect sphere, its smooth shell a pleasant shade of baby pink. They were unlike any objects she'd encountered in her

Upon the ornate 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 glow. Their soft pink hues pulsated with a