Driftwood Castle

Through the Avon currents, the castle rises on the shores untold...
Built by hands unseen, it whispers stories of the sea. Never let its beams dry:
they melt into rain’s echo.

"In the shadows of driftwood, a wandering musician sings the past of the future; the ballads of echo-less valleys."

"The castle breathes, not with air, but with the salt of forgotten voyages."

One can only enter its halls if the moon hangs like a question mark in the sky**.

A solitary crow, cradling a silver thread, weaves tales of time out of time... Lost boys seek beneath the older's sails, hoping for winds of yore to return them home.