Lucía’s feet barely touched the marbled floor as she practiced her flamenco steps in the empty ballroom of the Palacio de las Rosas. Outside, Seville hummed with orange blossoms and the golden sunset. But inside, Lucía heard something no one else could: whispers, woven with distant guitar notes, curling through the arches and mosaics. The old caretaker winked at her, 'The palaces remember. If you listen, they’ll guide you.' That night, Lucía returned, drawn by a haunting melody. Each corridor she twirled through seemed to come alive—tiled birds fluttered, painted dancers spun in frescoes, and lanterns flickered with invisible hands. The whispers grew clearer, leading her to a secret door behind a tapestry. Within was a hidden courtyard, moonlit and silent. There, shadows of dancers from centuries past appeared, swirling in a silent flamenco, inviting Lucía to join. Heart pounding, she matched their steps and their silence. As dawn crept in, the ghosts vanished, leaving Lucía alone, holding an ancient fan marked with a single word: "Recuerda." Remember. In every palace after, Lucía heard the whispers and the music. Her dancing wove together old secrets and new dreams, until one day she led children to the hidden courtyard, passing on the story—the palaces, she realized, would always whisper, if you dared to dance and remember.