A BASKET FULL EGGS IN A ROSY HUE

She carefully lifted the hamper, its twined handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst fluffy straw, lay a gleaming heap of pink eggs. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its shiny shell a charming shade of pastel pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her many years. A smile touched her face, and she treasured the basket.

Upon the rustic 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 shard of golden warmth pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle luminescence. Their pale blush tones pulsated with a faint rhythm, inviting a c