Whispers of the Ancient Gateway

The old stone groaned under the weight of centuries as the bike rider throttled the engine of his machine. The loud sound of his modern bike was very different from the quiet, old fort. Dust flew up from around his tires as he rode out from under the huge, curved opening. Everything looked like it was from a long time ago, especially with the sun setting and making long dark shapes from the old walls. Other people were also walking into the old fort building and disappearing inside.

It felt like the rider was in two different times at once. The lively present with his bike met the grand, silent past right there at the archway. The air felt heavy with old stories, as if every stone had seen many things happen. For a short time, his ride on the road felt connected to the journeys of all the people who had walked through that very archway hundreds of years ago.