Description
Upon a blighted hill, where shadows cling and wind moans a mournful dirge, stands a castle cloaked in despair. Its once proud stones, now cracked and lichen-stained, bear the scars of time and neglect. Jagged teeth of broken towers claw at the storm-wracked sky, where thunder rumbles and lightning dances like a malevolent spirit.
No banner flutters from its ramparts, no warm glow spills from its windows. Only darkness inhabits its hollow halls, echoing with the whispers of forgotten memories. Rain lashes against the crumbling walls, carving rivulets that snake down like tears of a grieving giant. Below, the land mirrors the castle's desolation. Withered trees twist like tortured souls, their branches clawing at the leaden sky. A skeletal forest stretches as far as the eye can see, a testament to a forgotten glory now lost to decay.
This is no haven, but a monument to ruin, a chilling reminder of empires fallen and dreams devoured. The storm rages on, mirroring the turmoil within the castle's heart, a silent symphony of despair played out in stone and shadow.