In the heart of Gurney Bay, where cracked sidewalks shimmered with summer heat and old brick buildings whispered secrets, there was a legend among the kids: the Lost Skate Park. Tucked behind a tangle of ivy and forgotten alleys, it was said to be a place where the concrete curved like waves, where ramps glowed faintly under moonlight, and where the air hummed with magic. Nobody knew if it was...
