A bridge once stood, a battle once raged, a shot once rang across the world. Time moves, rivers erase, silence falls. The victors and the fallen rest alike, the bridge is gone, but memory stands. A stone rises where they once did—a quiet defiance, a tribute to courage. It asks only for mercy: let time be kind, let nature be gentle, let echoes endure. Some fires refuse to die. Some voices refuse to fade.