The golden glow of the evening sun fell upon Gold Street, but even its divine brilliance paled before the dazzling golden idol held in the hands of a Middle aged man named, Dan. The idol of a goddess, sculpted from seemingly pure gold, radiated an otherworldly allure.
Every inch of her delicate frame was shaped with a finesse that robbed the crowd of their breath. The crown that adorned the idol's head shimmered, with a green diamond embedded at its center—a jewel that seemed to hypnotize those who stared too long.
People gathered like moths to a flame, whispers swelling like a rising tide.
"This must be a genuine treasure… Just look at that finish."
"Yes, and the lustre of the gold—it's not the kind of shine one gets from cheap plating. This feels… real."
