Through the thick smog, I can see the rusting gate to a coroding kingdom. Within the gates of the cold kingdom, I can imagine prisoners screams echoing through the cold walls of the dungeon. Behind the rusty bars, would have been prisoners dying a slow and horrible death. Beyond the dark halls was a big staircase up to the towers that soar over the kingdom watching the still quiet courtyard. Across the fields, I can see the outline of a monster unknown to all, ready to attack, it feels like our death is over watching us.