They called him a god. Diocletian, the builder of empires, the breaker of men, the ruler who carved his will into stone and flame. But when the purple robes were folded and the armies no longer marched, what remained was a man — aging, silent, and staring into the sea. In the quiet chambers of his palace, amid gardens and granite, came a final dream. A dream not of Rome’s glory… but of
Where Stones Still SpeakThere is a silence in stonework — the kind of silence that holds memory, not emptiness.In Croatia, that silence is everywhere.
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