It’s funny how a stone can whisper so many narratives, isn’t it? To some, it’s a monument of grandeur, a testament to human ambition. To others, it’s a silent testament to the cruelty that once played out within those walls. And for those who wander by with a weary heart, it can feel like a quiet elegy for empires that crumbled. The truth is, each stone holds every story, and we only pick the one that resonates with us at that moment.