Do you think legends ever sleep? In Transylvania, they never learned how. The towns here are not built on stone but on superstition and whisper. Sighișoara, Brașov, Biertan, they breathe in twilight, exhaling tales of blood oaths, spectral lovers, and watchful saints. Beneath their clock towers and crimson roofs, you feel the pulse of something ancient, something that outlived its tellers. Lanterns flicker like votive candles to forgotten gods, and every alley carries the scent of myth disguised