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<lora:MW_YC_p4_zit:1> Seen from high above, the ruined castle rests like a forgotten crown in the heart of a dense green forest. Its stone walls, broken and uneven, form a jagged outline around an open courtyard where time has stripped away roofs, leaving only the bones of what once stood proud. The central tower still rises defiantly, its slate roof intact, watching over the ruins like the last guardian of a fallen kingdom. Grass has reclaimed the inner grounds, spreading in vivid green patches where soldiers once trained and banners once flew. The surrounding trees press close, thick and ancient, as if the forest itself has been slowly swallowing the fortress, reclaiming it root by root. From this height, the silence feels deep, almost sacred.