The looming silhouette of the palace was backlit by the iridescent moon hovering in the cloudy sky. With a backdrop of shimmering starlight and flares of soft amber outlining the charcoal pillows of cloud, it stood as if glaring at the surrounding forest. A faint glow of white and yellow trickled down among the windows, giving way to the waterfall of molten starlight. It was something out of a dark fairytale.

Surrounded by mountains in the far-off distance, it was disobedient to the remaining forces of nature allowed in this country. In fact, it sat upon a deformed mountain, almost as though someone terraformed the land for the palace to mould itself into the rocky terrain.

Snow drifted down, glowing silver as it caught the faintest shard of light. It lay lonely on the ground, waiting for more to come. I couldn't help thinking how it was the icing to a gothically tragic scene.