Even with a thousand specks of dust, gold can be found in no time. 

You wander in and out from the stone arches at the Market of Trajan,
eying the herbs and fish, jewels shining brighter than ever, sunlight giving them an eternal every-after glow, fine, silk clothes hung and put out for display.
Ladies in fresh white togas, eyes cat-like, swaying their hips, beckoning you to come
forward, a spritz of their strong floral perfume out for sale,
all endless attempts to lure you into the shops. You politely deny it, you are not here to
look for a new scent or robe, nor a fat, juicy fish for dinner. 

No, you are not here for any of those. 

You are here, with eyes only for one. 

The star of luck, the star of pure gold. 

The star that may open new doors for you, specially designed, 

acoustic, and tempting, way different from the delicacies of the market.

You are here for the star of Aureus.

↯﹒✧﹑Written by @pinkpoppypuffs﹐◗﹒
  ↯﹒✧﹑Edited by @persepxne﹐◗﹒