The pillars of the castle stood out against the twilight morning sky like swirling milk in tea. A girl endlessly walks in the grounds, the fallen branches of surrounding trees catching in her white linen.
She climbed the invisible stairs of one of the succumbed towers, and then she stopped. Floating in midair with her black hair caressing her face gently, she spread pristine white wings and disappeared in a burst of light.
A man walks the same path, he is dark and cloacked in smoke with a flat-based hat. Watching her from the ground, saw that she was free and he was bound to the stones that once made his home.