A soundtrack from behind the blinds, fleeting and skittering steps into the rocking water, crossing the ebbing tide's line in the sand.
I cross the barrier between, I open my eyes and I see the castle standing on an arching hill over the snaking river. The tower reaches high, stretching to meet the clouds and the bricks of the walls sit in piles of rubble, left to the mosses and vines that drape their faces.
My vision fades to black and it forms again, the gray sea and shimmering light appear as i wade deeper, now up to my knees in the lifeless water.
Up the spiraling staircase, a glance through the hole in the wall as the valley shrinks below and the hazy purple sky envelopes the whole of my sight.
The water reaches my chest now, my steps scraping the rocky bottom and the white moon lighting the path forward, reflecting in a white sparkle on the top of the slow moving wake.
The crumbled roof at the top of the tower gives way to the dark and starry night. A hazy mist surrounds, of a cloud slowly drifting through like an ambling specter, on the long march home.
I crouch at the edge, at the edge of the hole at the bottom. I fill my lungs with a last breath and dive downwards, the gray sea covering me and pushing me into the lightless cavern.
The mist of the cloud passes and the view of the valley is cleared. I sit at the edge of the tower, with my feet dangling over the side.
Lost in the stars, once again my vision fades But the gray waves do not return, the white moonlight dimmed and extinguished as I sigh and sit at the top of my conquest and remember the days i've lost in the traceless place, with its tranquil waves.