Merchants hurriedly pressed rice and coins into boxes, each one Packed like a festival lantern cluster, gleaming red and gold.
Above, a Good Luck talisman swayed in the breeze, jingling softly, promising fortune to the hands that pressed just right.
The rhythm of ギュッギュッ echoed as each box became Packed to perfection, the air thick with the scent of lacquer and pine.
By sunset, the alley glowed with perfectly Packed treasures, speech, and luck intertwined in a single, bustling heartbeat.