I love to come here, and after wandering around, just sit down and think about the past, those who called it a home.
Although? Can you call a castle a home.
More like a fortress.
Walking around, looking on this green stuff around – for sure for safety reasons they had less of them – sea, sky, and rocks of course. Maybe there was a girl waiting for her boy to come from a long journey and… he unaware of her love came with a new, fresh, young wife, and she just jumped… and nobody noticed…
Yeah, I think too much.