What does the brick hide?

Beneath the brick skin of the old wall — the breath of a century. Each brick beats like a heart, pulsing with memories of days long gone. The house whispers through its cracks:

This is not just a wall — it's a canvas painted by time itself. Here, art is born not from a brush, but from shadow, light, and silence. A thought, touching this surface, sinks deeper, as if the stone holds the answer — but says nothing.