She carefully placed the basket on the table. It was filled to the brim with miniature eggshells, all painted a vibrant pink. The sight was delightful. Her fingers fidgetted as she plunged into the basket. Each shell felt light against her palm. It was a special collection, each shell telling its own tale. She pictured the birds that had once cal

Deep within a shadowy grove, where sunlight barely filters, lies the hidden world of pink eggs. These rare gems are not just any eggs; they hold ancient secrets and shine with an otherworldly essence. Whispers tells of entities that protect these eggs, fiercely defending their vital cargo from outsiders eyes. Perhaps one day, if we are fortunate e