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 fidgetted as she extended into the basket. Each shell felt smooth against her palm. It was a odd collection, each shell telling its own legend. She dreamed the birds that had once called the

Deep within the lush green, nestled amongst delicate ferns, a mother robin had crafted a cozy nest. Inside, arranged in a pleasing pattern were not the usual blue or speckled eggs, but here rather a stunning set of vibrant pink eggs. A Riddle Wrapped in Pink Deep within ancient forest, nestled amongst the grand trees, lies a secret. Rumors aboun