A COLLECTION OF EGGS IN A ROSY HUE

She carefully lifted the basket, its twined handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst soft hay, lay a dazzling collection of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect oval, its glossy shell a pleasant shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any objects she'd encountered in her extensive experience. A smile spread across her face,

Upon the antique 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 shimmer. Their pale blush tones seemed to whisper, inviting a closer look.