She carefully lifted the container, its twined handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst soft bedding, lay a vibrant assortment of eggs the color of roses. Each one was a perfect oval, its shiny shell a pleasant shade of baby pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her ex

Upon the antique 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 glow. Their pale blush tones pulsated with a