She carefully lifted the hamper, its plaited handle smooth beneath her fingers. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned hay, lay a vibrant here collection of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its shiny shell a charming shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any sight she'd witnessed before in her many years. A smile lit up her face

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with a multitude of delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, 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 gentle shades seemed to whisper, inviting a closer look. The iridescenc