She carefully lifted the container, its twined handle smooth beneath her fingers. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned hay, lay a vibrant collection of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its smooth shell a pleasant shade of pastel pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen

Upon the ornate table sat a basket brimming with an assortment of delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single shard of golden warmth pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle luminescence. Their pale b