Under a choir of afternoon rays that pierce through scattered  clouds, ruins of a castle perch high above a garden. Aged in  form and open for interpretation, its interior retains well curated  magic reserved for fairytale scenes.

Scattered old books, conflicting clock faces, tumbling curtains and  winding wavering staircases consume the space that stands as  bound living quarters for two spell cast princesses.

Their plight; to escape. Their duration of stay is unknown, but  each day their liberation persists as they tenderly search spell  books for charms, and for secret passageways to exit for freedom.