Before you step onto the drawbridge, your eyes are irresistibly lured down into the depths of the moat.

It is as deep as the towers are high and opens within the beholder an equally unfathomable abyss. You struggle to resist its call, yet the call is not for you.

It has opened its parched mouth to wait for the sea.

As you cross the bridge, you stifle the mute cry that trembles underfoot.

When you have crossed and the drawbridge is lifted, you repress a sigh of relief.