She carefully lifted the hamper, its plaited handle smooth beneath her fingers. Inside, nestled amongst soft straw, lay a gleaming collection of pink eggs. Each one was a perfect oval, its smooth shell a delightful shade of pastel pink. They were unlike any eggs she had ever seen in her many years.

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 beam of light pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle glow. Their soft pink hues seemed