A BASKET FULL PASTEL-COLORED EGGS

She carefully lifted the basket, its woven handle smooth beneath her grip. Inside, nestled amongst fluffy straw, lay a gleaming collection of eggs the color of roses. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its smooth shell a pleasant 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 rustic 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 glow. Their gentle shades seemed to whisper, inviting a closer look. The luster of the egg