WHISPERS ON STONE

The old city lay deep in a silence, broken only by the tap of feet upon the worn cobblestones. Each stride released echoes that flowed in the air, a pattern of gone by. The homes themselves seemed to watch, their brick faces etched with the stories of generations. A lone figure traveled through this network, their figure elongated by the setting su

These grand structures once stood as testaments to lofty Gothic designs. They soared towards the heavens, their intricate embellishments whispering tales of bygone eras. Yet, with time's gentle hand, these temples have transformed into peaceful sanctuaries. The heaviness of history has melted, replaced by an atmosphere of quietude. Sunlight streams