Old bridge among houses across the river in an unfamiliar city

In a quiet corner of an unfamiliar city, hidden among busy streets and numerous houses, the lost beauty of a century-old bridge was hidden from the breath of time. The old stone arch, a witness to years passed and dreams lost, stood indestructibly above the calm waters of the river.

The bridge, as if inspired by the melody of her songs, took delicate steps from stone slabs, intertwining with old houses sprinkled with raindrops. He shone in the golden light of the sunset, which arrived especially for him with a respectful bow. He carried on his endless dance, as if hidden magic kept him in balance.