Marble Castle

The castle that rises out of the mist is large. Large enough that is stretches on in each direction to the horizon, as though it is as big as the beach. It is made of off white marble, or some other smooth stone. There are gray tiles on the roofs though they are also adorned with many white spires coming out of arches and turrets that are elaborately carved, and even adorning the tops of windows. There are pale grey streaks on some of the bigger walls, where water has streamed and stained the walls. There are carvings of seashells, ferns, strange one-horned beasts, and some that are simple complex patterns of swirls and flourishes.

The windows are black, the inky glass only reflecting the mist and dunes outside. She can see herself in a large window, her own pale tangled form rippling in the pane.

Beyond the castle are vast grey shadows with shifting outlines. Despite the grey sky, they seem out of place.

There is no gate around the castle. No moat or garden or pathway. The door is clear of any obstruction and when she places a hand on the curling silver handle, it swings open without protest. 

Art by Daniel Merriam

Text by Lucie MacAulay