The fort stood tall and imposing , yet tucked away from view of many a prying eye......it lay solid and strong, a huge chunk carved out of the mountain, the world around ignorant of its magnetic presence , all except the sea whose waves crashed in onto its alluring depths , blocking the stony path that leads into its mysterious interiors.
it had been there for ages, the master work of the searing waves, polished to perfection by years of moving water, chiselling out large crevices , moulding the giant pillars and forming a maze beneath the towering columns. The walls were tall and hid the dim interiors from view, but the water rose above them and spilt over into the inner sanctum of the fort , which held the water in a deep, stagnant abyss...there was an eerie silence around with the fall of the gushing water richochetting off the massive stone walls.....
the only path that gained entrance to the fort was long buried by the waves...yet when the tide was low, the waters parted , as if torn apart by an invisible hand... and the stony path emerges into view...
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