As the mist cleared, she saw a winding road leading to an enormous, towering castle that overshadowed the neighbouring slopes and mountains.
She could smell the brisk, cold autumn air and she could hear absolutely nothing. The silence was unnatural and deafening.
She tried to touch the deceptively green grass and taste the dew drops from the morning fog that lingered around the meadows surrounding the path to the castle.
Everything seemed still, like in a magnificent painting framed and heavy with tension.