Can I have A Look!

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."