I am what remains. Stone and silence, scarred by centuries, yet still I breathe. The sea once kissed my walls, the wind carried offerings through my halls. Here, the sacred was woven into gold and shadows. Time has tried to bury me, but I endure. Beneath the ruin, I still shine. Beneath the silence, I still speak. I whisper to the one who knows: You walked here. You built here. This was yours and yours shall remain. And though the world forgets, I remember. I WAIT.