Every time I walk through these streets, it feels like the past reaches out to embrace me. There's a quiet warmth here that wraps around my heart like an old friend. I've wandered these corners so many times, searching for meaning, tangled in doubts, holding on to hope. Something in the air lingers, familiar, tender. Maybe that's why I fall in love with this place, again and again, as if it's been waiting for me all along