A rock in the bay,
a silent sentinel,
scarred and weathered
by the storms of history.
Not just an island,
but a ghost ship of memories,
of battles fought,
of lives surrendered,
a whisper of echoes in the wind.
Ruins, skeletal remains,
of a once-mighty fortress,
concrete bones,
reaching for a sky,
that witnessed both triumph and defeat.
Tunnels, dark and deep,
breathing the damp air,
holding secrets,
of desperate stands,
of whispered...
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