SEVERAL DOZEN EGGS IN A ROSY HUE

She carefully lifted the container, its woven handle smooth beneath her hands. Inside, nestled amongst fluffy straw, lay a gleaming collection of eggs the color of roses. Each one was a perfect teardrop, its glossy shell a charming shade of pastel pink. They were unlike any objects she'd encountered in her many years. A smile touched her face, and

Upon the ornate table sat a basket brimming with twelve delicate pink eggs. Each shell was smooth and glossy, 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 luminescence. Their gentle shades held captive a melody, inviting a closer look. The irides