Amidst the bustling marketplace, an old merchant sat quietly, meticulously arranging his wares. He begged passersby to halt and ponder his goods, which ranged from glittering trinkets to exotic spices. As the sun dipped lower on the horizon, the vibrant hues of the sunset cast a warm glow over the scene, illuminating the merchant’s face, which was lined with years of experience and hardship.
With a voice as rich as the colors surrounding him, he recounted tales of each item, trying to evoke a sense of wonder, yet many seemed indifferent. An elegant fabric caught the eye of a curious child, who tugged at his mother’s sleeve, urging her to stop. The merchant smiled, noticing the child’s fascination. He leaned down, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, and said, “This silk, my young friend, is woven with stories from faraway lands. Its luster is not just in its beauty but in the countless journeys it has made.”
Amidst the bland chatter, the term ‘luster’ stood out to the child’s ears, an intriguing word that invited him to explore its meaning.