She carefully placed the basket on the table. It was filled to the brim with delicate eggshells, all painted a vibrant pink. The sight was delightful. Her fingers fidgetted as she plunged into the basket. Each shell felt light against her palm. It was a unique collection, each shell telling its own tale. She dreamed the birds that had once called

Deep within the thick emerald, nestled amongst soft moss, a playful wren had crafted a cozy nest. Inside, juxtaposed artistically were not the usual blue or speckled eggs, but rather a delightful set of sparkling pink eggs. A Riddle Wrapped in Pink Deep within ancient forest, nestled amongst the towering trees, lies a secret. Whispers abound of