It lay desolate, abandoned, a wasteland in the suburbs, far from its former glory, when the ruin was a strong fort, when the moat wasn’t overgrown and small cottages were scattered over the neglected fields. So many lives, destinies ago.
For her this was an oasis, somewhere she fled to when she had nothing left to give. When the surrounding world stopped making sense and she needed loneliness. Then she came here and listened to the voices from the ground telling her that they were still alive.