She slowly placed the basket on the table. It was filled to the brim with tiny eggshells, all painted a vibrant pink. The sight was enchanting. Her fingers fluttered 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 pictured the birds that had once called thes

Deep within the thick emerald, nestled amongst delicate ferns, a playful wren had crafted a cozy nest. Inside, arranged in a pleasing pattern were not the usual blue or speckled eggs, but rather a remarkable set of glowing pink eggs. A Riddle Wrapped in Pink Deep within the lush forest, nestled amongst the gigantic trees, lies a secret. Legends