She slowly placed the basket on the table. It was filled to the brim with miniature eggshells, all painted a pretty pink. The sight was charming. Her fingers fluttered as she reached into the basket. Each shell felt light against her palm. It was a special collection, each shell telling its own tale. She dreamed the birds that had once called the

Deep within the vibrant foliage, nestled amongst soft moss, a diligent duck had woven a nurturing nest. Inside, juxtaposed artistically were not the usual blue or speckled eggs, but rather a stunning set of vibrant pink eggs. The Mystery of the Pink Eggs Deep within a sprawling forest, nestled amongst the towering trees, lies a secret. Whispers