A beautiful stream of water flowed. The building at the end of it was glorious, majestic. I had never seen anything like it before. The blue tips shone. The white body glowed. A forest surrounded the castle. Green and luscious, it seemed to be serene because of the pinnacle of beauty. The water, too, seemed happy to reflect the colours of its peaceful surroundings. None of them wants to be left out.
The setting sun made the clouds seem more menaced, more scary. Beneath the ashen-gray clouds, a castle stood. Tall, but isolated. It was quiet on that hill. The wind did not even gave a sound. Who would live in such a place? Even the muddy path leading up to it seems to give the impression that it was unfit for a king, queen or even a civilian.
Only a peasant could live up there.
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