One moment, I'm standing before the ruins of a vast, lifeless castle—its cold stone walls wrapped in frost, towers shattered, archways crumbling, silence pressing down like snow on a grave.
But then—
In the blink of an eye, the world shifts.
The ruins vanish.
And in their place… I see it.
Not the dead husk of a castle, but the castle in its prime.
Alive.
Vibrant.
Radiant.
And damn…
It's breathtaking.
Bathed in golden sunlight, the spires stretch high into a clear, cloudless sky, their polished stone glowing like polished ivory. Stained glass windows sparkle with every color imaginable, catching the light and scattering it in kaleidoscopic beams. Flags flutter proudly from every tower, each embroidered with the crest of the golden sun. Ivy vines wrap around marble columns, not in decay, but green and dotted with colorful flowers, tended and trimmed with care.
The air is warm, kissed by a gentle breeze that smells faintly of roses and clean stone.
