A BASKET FULL EGGS IN A ROSY HUE

She carefully lifted the container, its plaited handle smooth beneath her grip. Inside, nestled amongst soft hay, lay a dazzling assortment of eggs the color of roses. Each one was a perfect oval, its glossy shell a pleasant shade of rose quartz. They were unlike any sight she'd witnessed before in her extensive experience. A smile touched her face

Upon the antique 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 shard of golden warmth pierced through the window, illuminating the eggs in a gentle luminescence. Their pale blush tones held captive a melody, inviting a closer look.