Whispers that fade into the air, armor that once shone, towers in the air, without supports, they collapse. Huge castles, teeming with life; now only travellers arrive in fantasy land ships. That castle had only two towers, but twenty more were buried in the sand, hidden from view. Totally empty, surrounded by fields, surrounded by moats. Cold wind grey and blue, specks of black snow carries. Violet flowers dying in the mud, butterflies burning at the stake. The sun and the sky are only known, every afternoon, from behind, the sun stabs his friend. Deep waters erased the valley from existence, quiet fish now inhabited the castle. Better end up sunk in the water that fearing the shadow of the black city. Wise words floated in the air, but distrust, like a poison, emanated: but the black city disappeared. That's right, lost inhabitant, but it can appear again, Style of korean traditional folktale painting by Shin Yun-bok