In the heart of Castleworld, where ghostly ruins whisper tales of forgotten dreams, I find myself wandering through these desolate halls, feeling the weight of solitude pressing down on me. Each crumbling stone echoes the laughter that once filled the air, but now only silence remains. The beauty of these haunted castles is overshadowed by the shadows of loneliness that cling to my soul.

I reach out to touch the cold walls, but instead of warmth, I am met with the chill of abandonment. It's a world of memories that flicker like fading lanterns, leaving me lost in this melancholic maze. How did it come to this? Where did all the voices go?

In this Castleworld, I am just a fleeting ghost myself,