A Gleam in the Shadows

The cobblestones beneath me had long surrendered their daytime warmth. Slipping through the narrow alleys of Meersburg, I made my way to an aged stone stairway carved into the fortress incline. At the edge of a moss-grown step, a faint metallic glint caught my eye. I rested the tip of my parasol against the cold stone, kneeling slightly to inspect it. It was a tarnished silver coin, weathered and wedged firmly into a deep fissure. With deliberate precision, using only the pointed tip of my ferrule, I pried it free. Cold, heavy, and quiet—it suited my collection far better than the mud. #Armorgirlproject #Gothic #Castle #Cutee #GoreMagala #Coin