Old places have soul

Time speaks in silence
 Here, where the land meets the sea, stand the remains of a structure that once carried life, work and dreams. The silent structure bears witness to tired hands and weather-beaten days, and yet – in the ruins there is a calm, a dignity. The sun sinks low and dresses the landscape in fire and gold, as if the light itself honors what has been. Nothing lasts forever, but everything leaves a mark. And in this moment, with the wind as the only sound, it feels as if time is breathing.