WHISPERS ON STONE

The old city sank deep in a silence, marred only by the tap of feet upon the worn cobblestones. Each stride released echoes that danced in the air, a tapestry of gone by. The buildings themselves seemed to lean, their stoned faces etched with the stories of generations. A single figure strolled through this maze, their shadow stretched by the setti

These ancient structures once stood as testaments to imposing Gothic designs. They soared towards the heavens, their intricate embellishments whispering tales of bygone eras. Yet, with time's gentle hand, these monuments have transformed into tranquil sanctuaries. The heaviness of history has softened, replaced by an feeling of reflection. Sunlight