AMELIA
For a long, endless second I stood motionless, my jaw dropped somewhere on the ground, staring in shock at the sight that had appeared before my eyes as soon as I'd passed through the portal.
There was no word to express ... that.
Morgana's portal had opened onto a magnificent snowy forest, with pines so tall that I could hardly make out their top: and a few feet away from us, those splendid pines opened onto a precipice, creating what looked like a window, or maybe even a frame, encircling a castle. Although, again, it seemed reductive to call it a castle, or a palace. There were no words for the wonder that stood, proud in its beauty, before my eyes.
The Blauer Mond castle was an immense structure of blinding white, a triumph of towers and turrets and battlements with dark
