Old tales say the stones are bound by a pact with the night itself. The first builders carved a sigil of the moon’s hollow eye into the lowest corner, and once it’s set, the tower remembers the darkness. It isn’t a machine of metal, but a living memory that keeps the walls alive as long as the moon stays awake. If you whisper the forgotten lullaby, the tower may hum a secret rhythm, but only when the wind carries the right scent of damp earth.