the castle breathes hidden words as the castle moves and changes on its own will. it could possibly lead you astray or help you in your search. the ancient language of the castle long since forgotten since that accident that left it in this state such a long time ago. though blood no longer stains the walls and halls of such a castle its learned to be cautious to people. candles provided the only light in the castle other than nameless mysterious glows in the castle walls, which were common and expected. the service in the castle only aimed to be the blows of gusts leading and understanding. never to do harm to another until harm is dont to them. the banister stairs remain well poslished and free of grim of ages of silence in its halls, the ball room glowing and alive even though no sounds left its well placed stage. the fire remained banked in every room except those that are locked from the inside to keep people out and these rooms radiated negitive energy.

the grounds though outside of the castle remain in the conditions of spring even when its winter in the forests around it. the meadows streched for miles behind the castle, light breezes always seemed to move. the trees ranged from countries all over and ages untold and styles remaining there were masked well in the simple plays of gardening in each section. cherry blossoms circled in the air with orange blossoms but the roses remained opened and perfect all the time. the number of roses was untold against the ivy leaning all over the castle. the walls showed barely any weathering considering age that they were but the polished marble colouring clearly suggested that love carried in these walls.