I'm here alone in an empty castle, it's quiet here. No scream, no whisper. Only silence that fills every corner of this semi-destructive castle My faithful companion is only loneliness, reflected in the form of gender.
The castle stands separated from everything; a tragedy occurred in its existence long ago. He is like a lost ship on the sea without wind, without purpose. It stands somewhere separately, with boundless expanses stretching beyond its walls.
The castle is filled with stories floating through the air, like personal phantoms, carrying through the corridors and halls the faded memories of people who once could have invested their hopes and dreams within its stone walls. However, now their traces remain only in dust and abandoned structures.
My world is just a place separated from everything.
I'm here myself, in a boundless void, where pieces of the castle, like asteroids around a planet, float in a vacuum, not moving away, but not merging back.
This castle is my prison and my refuge, and every day spent here reminds me of the "Murdered Past."