After I left Amelia, I found myself standing close to the top of a statue. The statue, weathered by time, depicted a mysterious figure with outstretched arms. As I gazed down from my elevated vantage point, the city unfolded beneath me, a tapestry of lights and shadows. A soft breeze carried whispers of distant conversations, adding an eerie soundtrack to the scene. Intrigued, I decided to explore further.
Descending from the statue, I wandered through narrow alleys and dimly lit streets, each step revealing layers of the city's history. A neon sign flickered above an antique shop, drawing me inside with promises of forgotten tales. The owner, an old man with wise eyes, welcomed me as if he had been expecting my arrival.
Among dusty artifacts and ancient books, he shared stories of the s
