Von der Hexe die eine Heilige war

In a secluded forest region the narrator tends to a cluster of well‑kept old castles, each a silent witness to wars, rebirths and countless stories. Among them one forgotten stronghold stands apart, its courtyard framed by a towering, three‑century‑old linden and a tiny, ever‑singing spring. The stone walls, dark‑stained portraits and towering beams create a hauntingly beautiful interior that seems to hold the whispers of centuries.

When the narrator slips inside with the forest warden, the empty bed draped in a faded yellow silk quilt draws immediate attention. The delicate embroidery, though worn, still glows, inviting imagined memories of a long‑gone inhabitant. A fleeting vision of a pale girl with striking blue eyes appears on the linen, a moment that blurs the line between history and reverie, hinting at the deeper mysteries the castle keeps hidden.