The marketplace buzzed with life, colors swirling from every corner as vendors called out their wares. Mira weaved through the crowd, clutching a small leather pouch in her hand, her eyes scanning the stalls for something familiar. The aroma of spices and roasted meats filled the air, mingling with the hum of conversation. She paused at a stall selling handmade trinkets, her fingers brushing over a delicate silver pendant. Something about it tugged at her memory, but before she could dwell on it, a sudden shout rang out behind her, and the crowd shifted, like a wave crashing into her path.