In a distant past, in a mountain valley where people now consider it mere myth, there stood a city—Amlantapur. No one knew exactly when it was built, yet every crack in its stones, every broken pillar seemed to breathe the soul of its people.
One day, from deep within an underground cave, an unusual sound echoed—like the tune of an ancient veena drifting through the air. The ancient statues guarding the cave, whose eyes no human had ever seen, seemed to awaken and gaze upon the visitor. But there was no fear; only a strange mix of calm and unspoken longing.
In the heart of the cave lay a black stone core, carved with symbols no one could read—for it was not a language, but a reflection of time and memory. Touching the core, the city's past unfolded vividly—the fall of Amlantapur, the laughter and sorrow of its people, wars, love—all danced silently in the air.
The first person to stand before the core felt tears, yet a deep peace. They realized that the city's history was not in books, nor in museums. It lived in the silence of the soil, the whispers of the wind, and the shadows of time.
The city no longer exists. Yet in the cave, the core still silently guides those who listen into the depths of time, revealing the stories of a forgotten world.
*** Do you believe that ancient cities can still live on in some form today?
