As you walk into the clearing the castle parapets glisten in the sunlight. The walls glisten as if made of silver. The azure door sparkles with encrusted jewels, arranged in a strange shape. You extend your hand to touch them, and the doors swing open...
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If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions did appear,
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream...
~~~William Shakespeare - A Midsummer Night's Dream