She carefully lifted the basket, its woven handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned hay, lay a dazzling assortment of eggs tinted with blush. Each one was a perfect sphere, its smooth shell a charming shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any sight she'd witnessed before in her many years. A smile spread across her face,

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 beam of light pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle shimmer. Their pale blush tones pulsated with a faint rhythm, inviting a closer look. The lu