Through the gate to the west, the evening sun shines in and you see Isegran

The old stone gate stands as a portal between past and present, an opening to the sea, the light and the stories that have passed through its arched entrance. The last warm strokes of the sunset glow along the worn brick walls, highlighting every crack, every shadow, every signature of time chiseled into the stone.
 Through the arch, the landscape opens up – out there, Isegran awaits, silent and timeless, bathed in the soft evening light. The blue water gently lapping against the shore, like an endless whisper of ships that once sailed by, soldiers who stood guard, and adventurers who dreamed of the horizon.
 A lone anchor, tilted at an angle, points to the past – an echo of defense and war, now resting as a reminder of a bygone era. The grass outside the gate is green and lush, a soft contrast to the hard stones, while the wind carries with it the scent of sea and history.
 The light sweeps slowly across the cobblestones, retreating with the sun, letting silence take over. Through the gate to the west, past and future reveal themselves simultaneously – a moment where history meets eternity.