The bloody moon hung high in the night sky.
The spotlessly white castle on the peak of the cliff glowed to the gentle shine of the moon. If this were an ordinary night, perhaps there would be a flock of nightingales hovering above the castle and singing beautiful tones that added colors to the lifeless night sky. In the throne hall of this spotlessly white castle.
Modest braziers encompassing each of the ten onyx columns light up the entire throne hall and cover the hall in warm oranges and dancing shadows. The intricately carved woodwork hanging from the terraced ceiling dance in the flickering light while marble icons look down upon the grey wood floor of this radiant hall.
