What appears to have once been a beautiful castle now lies in shambles. The ornate building still has several pillars that stand tall, but its walls and ceilings are crumbling and have allowed the elements to ravage the interior further. Windows of many colors line the walls that still stand, their stained glass shimmering in the early morning light, cascading an array of colors across the marble floor. They appear to depict a story of sorts, but time has ravaged these windows. Glass is cracked, panes are missing, and what you can assume was once a story of heroics is near impossible to decipher. The pillars hold banners that are tattered and weather worn, however their ancient history is still visible. One shows a bloody battlefield with a knight surrounded in golden rays. Another, the same man kneeling with a crown being placed upon his head. Finally, a castle intact, the sun glowing brightly behind it. What once was whole is now shattered as you recognize the once glorious building that surrounds you now, broken, deteriorated. The back of the room holds a throne made of stone, surprisingly all in one piece. The only signs of decay are the dirt at its base and the branches and brambles that have claimed its seat. Treasures lie on the dais below it, waiting for someone brave enough to call it their own. The forest has reclaimed this once alluring building and time, hand-in-hand, has made its mark and decided the ending of this grand epic. Will you tell your own heroic tale? Or will you become just another speck of dust lost in time to the stories of old?