Located centrally amid the vast, emerald landscape, an exterior of history stood proud radiating curiosity, walls crafted by impenetrable graphite brick, enclosing whatever may situate within. Scattered across the exterior, windows granted access to beams of scorching sunlight and to those within, a beautiful view of the scenery. Sandstone turrets acted as a pedestal to the eagle that perched upon it, its intimidating, golden eyes scanned the greenery searching for what would become his next appetizing victim. Uncontrollable heaps of vines crept up the walls of the building acting as a protector to the secrets the castle withheld. The blanket of comforting blue was home to bundles of clouds creating a calming atmosphere for the innocent wildlife roaming the lively forests.
Luscious grass created an entryway to explore the extensive landscape filled with numerous varieties of trees. Some towering and proud, created an inkling of superiority on their behalf. Some crouched, slumped almost tired looking. Barks thick and rugged from age. Enveloping the castle, they were like an army with duties to keep this place hidden to those whose present may be unwanted. A rabbit roamed freely and innocently paws frolicking across the grass: no idea of the danger it would soon face.
Minute windows gave a slight insight to the interior. Upon the window ledge the eagle now stood, knife-like claws creating an imprint in the dense structure. A glimmer of sunlight reflected off the gorgeous stained glass windows that withheld the beauty of age. Cobwebs formed in corners of the frame and intricate cracks became detectable.
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