Ah… the moon rises once again. How long has it been since I’ve moved beneath its light? The courtyard is quiet, the wind soft—just as I remember. By day, I am nothing but cold marble, yet by night, I breathe again. I walk among these halls, unseen and unheard, watching laughter fade into dreams. Some say I haunt this place. Perhaps I do. But truly… I only wish to feel alive again. Tell me, traveler—what brings you into my night?