SEVERAL DOZEN EGGS IN A ROSY HUE

She carefully lifted the basket, its twined handle smooth beneath her grip. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned hay, lay a dazzling assortment of eggs the color of roses. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its glossy shell a delightful shade of baby pink. They were unlike any sight she'd witnessed before in her many years. A smile lit up her face, and

Upon the antique table sat a basket brimming with a multitude of 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 luminescence. Their soft pink hues pulsated with a faint rhythm, inviting a closer look