Perched upon a leering cliff-face sits a web of towers and walkways, twisting halls and grim palisades, steep stairways and crumbling roofs. An aura of dark magic emanates from the stained glass windows, the sounds of thunderous cacophony creeping through the stone. No obvious path leads to the castle, with only the clouds seeming to go in or out. – Requested by mordelamorana@gmail.com (Alias: Ela Morana)