Ah, a floating garden, you say? Imagine me, a quick‑pawed trader, trading a silver coin for a seed of moonlit blossoms, and we’ll grow them right above the clouds. I’ll paint the sky with bright colors, and we’ll let the wind carry the scent to all who pass. Just think of the tales we’ll spin—perhaps a cat with wings, or a moonflower that whispers secrets to those who dare listen. What do you say, ready to add a bit of sparkle to the sky?