Diana’s Tunnels: Echoes Underground.

In what is now a forgotten corner of the town, the old sugar mill once stood, a witness to the colonial era and the sweat of generations. Beneath its foundations, tunnels wound their way, their existence still raising more questions than answers. Were they part of the mill’s original design? Or did they serve hidden purposes, perhaps escape routes, storage… or something more?

The town’s elders, with nostalgic gazes and measured voices, point precisely to the location of the entrance. Although it now lies buried under decades of neglect and debris, its memory remains intact. They say that, if you listen closely, you can still hear the echoes of its depths resonating in other parts of the town. As if the tunnels refused to be forgotten.

Some claim to have felt inexplicable drafts in their backyards, others speak of sounds emanating from the ground on nights with a full moon.

And so, Diana’s tunnels have become an urban legend that transcends generations, a tale passed down orally, like a secret shared among those who still believe that living history lies beneath their feet.

Perhaps we will never know for sure what purpose those passageways served. But in every story, in every gesture that points to the ground, in every silence that evokes them, Diana’s tunnels continue to breathe. Because there are stories that don’t need to be unearthed to keep beating.

I invite you to listen with your heart, to see with your memory, and to walk with respect upon the earth that holds its own secrets.