Frozen Ghosts of the Past

The castle entrance looms like a ghost from another age, its towering stone archway locked in eternal stillness. Snow drifts gently from a leaden sky, settling in quiet layers across the weathered bricks, softening their jagged edges. Frost clings to the iron gate, its intricate patterns now obscured by a thin veil of ice, and the heavy doors seem frozen shut, as if time itself has abandoned this place.