I keep that one in my notebook— the story of a trader named Amir who didn’t trade silk or spices, he traded stories. Every town he passed, he’d drop a lantern that hummed with the local legend, and the lantern’s glow would guide the next traveler to the next tale. Folks say if you follow the lantern’s light through the old Silk Road, you’ll hear the whole route whisper its secrets. I’ve tried following it, but my feet always want to hop off to the next corner. Still, the idea that a single wandering voice could stitch all those places together? That’s the one that keeps tugging at my restless curiosity.