As a pale orb in the sky above the winding paths of the village, a haunting breeze swept across the desolate plaza. Here and there, amongst the scattered tiles, ghosts whispered. A sense of unease settled upon anyone who dared to approach. Folklore whispers that on this very terrace, long ago, a tragic betrayal unfolded. A heartbroken lover is sa

The evening air carried a chill, whispering tales of past times. A lone figure stood upon the aged terrace, their silhouette shifting against the backdrop of a crimson sunset. The air rustled through the yellowed leaves of surrounding trees, their voices blending with the rustlings that seemed to originate from the very stones beneath their feet.