Hey, today Yangzhou Yunjin Workshop turned into a mobile temple fair! Ali from the Western Regions caravan pinched a crumbling piece of lion-patterned brocade and sighed, "Miss Xiao! The Sahara sands have gnawed our 'iced lion' into a 'bald cat'!" Huwa squatted behind a pile of sandpaper and snickered, clutching half a piece of sesame candy. He had sewn a ring of "sugar-sand mixed granules" into the mane of the dark cyan lion; it felt raspy to the touch, and when licked, it was sweet, crunchy, and crisp. Moli looked at the sugar granules jumping across the fabric surface and laughed heartily, "Alright! This 'Huwa's sandy sweet lion' can both prevent sand and quench cravings—even more practical than our 'double-sided brocade banners'!"
"Huwa! Quickly bring over the 'synesthesia loom'!" the Protagonist shouted. Huwa immediately stuffed a handful of cumin powder into the loom's gears, and the resulting Arab astrological chart rattled audibly with the sound of sand while emitting a rich aroma of roast lamb. Ali's eyes widened, "By Allah! These 'singing stars' have even more vibe than our camel bells!" Huwa stood with his hands on his hips and grinned, "From now on, night marches can use starry sounds to tell directions, and when you're hungry, just lick the stars—sweet, spicy, and sandy, all three senses activated!" Abacus Bead projected a skull-tapping animation: "Recommendation: Apply for a patent for 'synesthesia navigation brocade'!"
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