The old guard tunnel lets the sun in. It is used with reverence.

The old guard tunnel lets the sun in. It is used with reverence to this day.
 Deep shadows rest in the vaulted stone of the tunnel, as the sun's golden fingers creep through the opening, painting streaks of light on the rough floor. Each stone, carefully placed hundreds of years ago, carries the breath of history—a time when guards treaded cautiously through this passage, their gaze sharp, their duty unwavering.
 Light and darkness play in an eternal dance along the ancient walls. They are covered with traces of time, the wear and tear of countless footsteps, perhaps of soldiers, messengers or travelers who sought safety within the fortress' protective walls. Here, in this narrow space between past and present, one can almost hear the echo of distant voices, hushed orders, the sound of shoes on stone.
 Even today, when you walk through the tunnel, you can feel the awe it carries. It is more than a road, more than a construction of stone and mortar—it is a witness to history, a portal between eras, where the sun still finds its way in, just as it always has.