A Quiet Descent

#hellohalloween Leaving the castle as evening falls is almost as moving as arriving. The stone steps glow faintly in the soft light, and each echo of your footsteps feels like part of the story. The courtyard is hushed now — fewer people, longer shadows. The towers seem to stand guard over the sleeping town. Looking back one last time, the Alcázar seems to float above Segovia, majestic yet tender, illuminated by the promise of night.