8 hours ago, midnight, with a bright moon overhead.
The road, covered with fallen leaves and mud, on both sides, stood bare trees. The surging cold wind emitted howls resembling mournful roars. At the edge of a steep cliff, there was an irregular shadow, the ruins of an ancient castle, so old its history was untraceable. Eroded by sea breezes and the years, its ridges had collapsed in disarray, permeated with a desolate and ancient chill.
The sea water continuously beat against the hidden rocks, washing the cliffs beneath the ruins. Now was high tide, with waves churning violently, splashing up the cliffside, wetting the ancient castle's walls.
