A COLLECTION OF PASTEL-COLORED EGGS

She carefully lifted the container, its twined handle smooth beneath her grip. Inside, nestled amongst fluffy hay, lay a dazzling heap of pink eggs. Each one was a perfect oval, its shiny shell a pleasant shade of pastel pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her many years. A smile touched her face, and she gently cradled the basket.

Upon the ornate table sat a basket brimming with twelve delicate pink eggs. Each shell was almost translucent, cradling within its fragile walls the promise of new life. A single ray of sunlight pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle shimmer. Their gentle shades pulsated with a faint rhythm, inviting a closer look. The she