Deep within the Grapefruit Forest, where the sun occasionally forgets its route, lay rumors of a castle's forgotten touch.
As the whispers narrate, the grapefruit trees long to engrave some knightly prowess into the emerald canopy. Alas, they are rooted in zestful discontent.
Once, a revered castle stood tall, forging peace treaties with hedgehogs and negotiating trade with the elusive jelly beast of Yonder Grove.
Eagerly, grapefruits touch the ground only to bounce back in piquant hope, yearning for dusty sorcery that the castle leaves behind. Have you seen the Castle of Forgotten Migraine?
Our astrologer claims it appears only when one incorrectly schedules a breakfast meeting with an owl.
"Mapping auras, one glow at a time..."