She carefully lifted the hamper, its twined handle smooth beneath her fingers. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned hay, lay a gleaming assortment of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect sphere, its glossy shell a charming shade of baby pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her extensive experience. A smile touched her face, a

Upon the rustic 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 shimmer. Their pale blush tones pulsated with a faint rhythm, inviting a closer look. The lus