When old meets new, the skyline gets confused.

The air seemed to shimmer with contrasts as I stood before this sandstone relic of faith. Its pointed arches and intricate carvings spoke of a time when craftsmanship was worshipped as much as the divine. Yet here it stood, flanked by towering glass monoliths that seemed to stretch endlessly into the azure sky. The trees lining the street offered an almost apologetic shade, their leaves rustling faintly against the hum of passing cars. The scene felt like a conversation between centuries—one whispering hymns, the other humming algorithms. I lingered longer than I intended, caught in the quiet dialogue between stone and steel.