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Deep within the lush green, nestled amongst soft moss, a playful wren had built a cozy nest. Inside, juxtaposed artistically were here not the usual blue or speckled eggs, but rather a delightful set of glowing pink eggs. A Riddle Wrapped in Pink Deep within a sprawling forest, nestled amongst the towering trees, lies a secret. Whispers abound o