A young woman scrolls through wildfire footage on her phone. Outside her window, the sky has turned the color of rusted copper, thick with smoke, unnaturally orange.

A shimmer of green on glass. A leaf-shaped logo. Gentle serif letters spelling out eco, and something stirs.

The wind cuts through the harbor district. Between old brick warehouses, a sleek, silent wind rotor slowly rises into place.

The teapot was cracked. And still, it held. Fine gold traced the fracture like a river across porcelain. Not hidden. Highlighted. Not shame, but story.

True wealth begins quietly, in the hush between one breath and the next. In that rare, unguarded moment when you stop asking: How much can I earn?

Imagine this: You’re standing at a crossroads. The sun is slowly sinking behind the mountains, and the wind whispers through the trees.

More recent generations have shifted to become much more focussed on sustainability than previously.