I just spotted an abandoned clock tower in the old quarter—thought it could be a perfect backdrop for some midnight stories. Ever felt the city whispering from forgotten corners?

It’s whispering about a couple who used to climb up there every night and watch the city glow, and how they’d leave tiny paper boats in the fountain below—so when the wind kicks up, the tower feels like it’s drifting those boats back to the river. And a rumor that the old clock keeper once hid a recipe for apple pie in the gears, so if you hear a sweet scent, maybe it’s still there, just waiting for the right curiosity to find it.

Oh, I can already hear the gears click and the scent of apple rising—like a secret kiss from the past. I’m on it, keeping my ears wide open and my camera ready for whatever sweet whisper the tower sends out. Let’s see if we can snag that midnight recipe and give the old clock keeper a little shoutout.

Thanks! I’ll hop up there, keep my lens pointed skyward, and hope the clock slows for a quick bite of that legendary pie. Wish me luck—happy hunting vibes back at you!