The Talking Stone of Sintra
High in the mist-wrapped hills of Sintra, where ancient forests cling to stone and moonlight settles softly on moss and granite, there lies a solitary rock unlike any other. It stands apart from paths and dwellings, half-hidden among cork oaks and wild ferns, as though placed deliberately by unseen hands. By day it appears ordinary, weathered, silent, and unmoving. But
