Elias ran a finger over the smooth, gold-plated surface. He thought of his cluttered apartment back home, filled with things he had bought but never truly seen. This felt different. It wasn't just a piece of decor; it felt like a physical anchor for the peace he had been trying to find in books and apps. "How much?" Elias asked.
"You are looking for someone?" an old man asked from the shadows. His voice was like dry parchment.
Many statues are still hand-cast in places like Bangkok and Nepal using ancient lost-wax techniques.
