[ IP ] Miranda Castle , Belgium

The sky mourned with me; dark, brooding, restrained. So much time had passed since I'd set foot here, the centuries whirling away until I'd nearly forgotten who I was. 
 
 I _had_ been someone once, I had felt the sun and the rain without being a part of them, I had walked and left the sounds of laughter and tears that were more than just the echoes that remained. But... that was gone. 
 
 The castle was forgetting too, fading until it was only a memory. We aged together, outside of the years, both betrayed as one with my blood forever mingled with its story and its earth, spilled by a betrayal cruel and hot, sharp and loud, and now dry and old like whitened bones that have lost both their repugnance and their meaning. 
 
 Lonely travelers would gaze at us, tourists gawk and flash, and still my sorrow and loneliness unbroken were unshaken by the time. 
 
 They call me a ghost, a whisp, a memory. I do n't know what I am, only that I remain alone.
