The castle was so high that their mortal eyes could not see the peaks of even the lowest towers. The clouds covered the tips and topmost parts of the castle like the fog that had settled in their minds. They had little memory of how they had gotten there, or who they were. All they knew was that they were not unfamiliar with this great gothic architecture. It pulsed with evil and power that did not belond in this, or any universe. It was like a return home in some ways. It was like staring at a reflection of hell in others. By casual observation, it would seem that the castle housed several hundred rooms, and the structure's base itself covered several square acres of this grey land. But the most significant, awe-inspiring and positively impossible aspect of this castle were the towers jutting from the sides. They came out and seemed to be held in place by the sheer will of the building itself. I called to them. They stood before its monolithic doors, enveloped by its ice-cold shadow. It loomed like death. A small sound remeniscent of swords clanging seemed to come from deep inside. The great door began its slow, ominous, and most of all, noiseless decent before them. Nothing lay inside that they could see. Its darkness was deeper than the depths of the cruelest imagination. -=Addendum=- Yes, I was a bit bored. How do you like it?