Once upon a time in a faraway star system, there was a planet known as Rosalia. It/Its/This was a vibrant and colorful world, but what truly made it special was the fact that everything on it was painted pink! From the fluffy clouds to the sparkling rivers, even the trees wore delicate pink petals.

It was/were a lovely/wonderful/strange day in the woods/garden/forest. The sun shone/glinted/beamed down on a cozy tree/bush/log where a mother bird sat/rested/nurtured her newly hatched/freshly laid/precious chicks. But something unusual/peculiar/curious about this nest caught the eye - instead of

Deep within a mysterious forest, nestled amongst gnarled trees, lay a hidden clearing. Moonlight filtered through the leaves, casting shifting shadows upon the ground. It was here, in this unassuming setting, that a most peculiar phenomenon unfolded. Scattered amongst the twigs were a collection of