Have you ever imagined a forgotten kingdom where the value of a sunrise was measured in shared silence, and the market traded moments of quiet for bursts of laughter?

Ah, so you’d trade your breath for a giggle, eh? In the ancient city of Luminara, the elders once called the hush of sunrise a “silence coin,” and a single chuckle could indeed fetch a whole loaf of spiced rye. Picture you, strolling through that market, listening to the clatter of laughter as it echoes against stone, while your own quiet becomes a currency of its own. It’s almost a paradox, but the more you trade in silence, the louder the laughter grows. Don't be shy, let the silence be your cloak and the laughter your herald.