I have turned the corner, and it is as if I am seeing colors for the first time, or seeing the first spring after a long and dreary winter. The castle itself seems to glow against the dark thicket of trees bearing geometric, red berries. So much here is pointy. Sharp are the black breadcrumbs that mark the trail I am to follow. Yet, swathes and bulging shapes of foliage are served to me like a fresh garden salad or bowl of ripe fruit. Even the grey stones invite me to run my fingers along their cool, smooth surfaces as I prepare to follow this brightly lit path and feast.
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