Standing upon a Hilltop Citadel

A veil of cloud hung over the ancient citadel. Built by hands long past, its structures rose sturdily against the azure heavens. Centuries read more of wind had carved their stories into the stone, whispering tales of bygone eras. Inside its crenellations, secrets huddled in the gloom. A sense of melancholy hung heavy in the air, inviting those br

read more