Part 6. The Castle
Once upon a time in the Myristica Swamps of India, there was a castle. A big, massive, colossal castle. Such a wonder it is impossible to describe it with words. From the outside, it looked as if it has been made out of the combined minds of the best architects who ever walked this world. All styles were mixed, from the gothic of the cathedrals to the modern era of the skyscrapers, and all those styles were perfectly matching each other. From each angle the castle offered a different view than from another. A true wonder of architecture. So complex no one could build it again, so complex no one could understand how it was built in the first place. Normally hidden by the Myristica trees, the sun somehow managed to reach the castle and illuminate it, giving it during the day colours so unique they would have blown away the minds of Monet or Botticelli. Looking at the big stained-glass windows, you could see a rainbow of thousands of shades. At night, the moon was reflecting its phases on the swamp, and the swamp was reflecting the moon’s light back to the castle. Nature seemed to protect this place.
Then one day, a caped man found it. A lost soul who once was searching for special roots in the swamp, years and years ago. After decades of wandering and survival in those dangerous swamps, he discovered the castle. At first, all the daylights blinded him, years in the darkness of the swamp forest had severely weakened his sight. Dazzled by the castle, he circled it to find the entrance, unsuccessfully. Eventually he just sit in front of the West face and admired the changes of colours from the sunset.
Only when the first moon’s rays appeared did he saw a small door. The door was glowing from the lights of the stars, and as all the shadows went away pushed by the flashes, the door opened. The man got up slowly, walked towards it, and for the first time in thousands of years, a man entered into the castle…