She carefully lifted the container, its plaited handle smooth beneath her grip. Inside, nestled amongst cushioned straw, lay a gleaming heap 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 eggs she had ever seen in her many years. A smile spread across her face, and

It was the sight to behold! The tiny pink baby birds were nestled snuggly in their delicate bedding. Each one was covered in the most beautiful shade of pink, like a adorable candy floss dream. A gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, creating a peaceful ambiance that suited the enchanting scene. An Enigma of the Pink Eggs For weeks, villagers