Yes, I do remember the tale of Ubar. Long ago, traders would line up under the shifting dunes, each one willing to give a whole pile of sand for a story or a laugh. They believed that stories were the true treasure, richer than gold or spices, and laughter was the spice that made the desert sing. It was a market where the price of a good laugh was measured in grains of sand, and the best storytellers could turn a desert into a stage of endless wonder. Have you ever heard the stories that were traded there?