The moon's luminescence cast an ethereal glow upon the rusticated black basalt castle, perched atop a towering mountain.
Dark, foreboding clouds hung in the air, shrouding the Gothic Castle in a gloomy hue.
Ancient gargoyle statues stood sentinel on the turrets, while weathered, square bartizans anchored the corners of the Castle walls.
The Castle's timeless, rugged beauty spoke to its enduring strength, capable of withstanding the strongest thunderstorms and hurricanes, testament to its longevity.
An iron gate, static and overgrown with vines and moss barred the entrance of the Castle, frozen in place without serving its purpose for centuries. With the once majestic pathway, now overgrown with weeds that led up till the Castle door.
Time had forgotten this place, leaving behind a hauntingly beautiful relic, Its long-lived features and ancient characteristics stood testament to a bygone era, and its purpose long forgotten.
