She slowly placed the basket on the table. It was filled to the brim with tiny eggshells, all painted a soft pink. The sight was enchanting. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the basket. Each shell felt smooth against her palm. It was a unique collection, each shell telling its own legend. She dreamed the birds that had once called these s

Deep within the lush green, nestled amongst soft moss, a mother robin had crafted a comfortable nest. Inside, juxtaposed artistically were not the usual blue or speckled eggs, but rather a remarkable set of sparkling pink eggs. A Riddle Wrapped in Pink Deep within a sprawling forest, nestled amongst the grand trees, lies a secret. Legends abound