She carefully lifted the basket, its woven handle smooth beneath her fingers. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned straw, lay a gleaming heap of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect sphere, its smooth shell a charming shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any sight she'd witnessed before in her many years. A smile touched her face, and she

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with an assortment of delicate pink eggs. Each shell was smooth and glossy, 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