Outside the seasons change and the once dead trees begin to unfold again with new life.
Icy mist gives way revealing newborn flowers among the meadows.
Life! Life! Life has won again it seems!
But in a Castle so haunted as this, Summer’s light holds no sway.
The Winter’s darkness is forever enthroned and spreads like an inky fog until it fills every crevice and every crack.
The iron grip of frost and pain has loosened on the world at large but do not become boastful in the newfound warmth of the sun.
Winter is always at hand. And a Tyrant is never so brutal as when he has come to reclaim what was lost.