Wait? Prompt 2? Where the heck is Prompt 1?

This stone castle’s time has come
and gone without me.
I traverse these cold hallways, running fingers along jagged rock,
listening to past echoes of intrigue, murder
and the collapse of a realm
under blue skies falling into nothing but dark shadows.

The only footsteps I hear as my own,
as if thoughts of my own past weren’t dark enough,
I reach into the crevasses and search for other stories
to fill the gaps,
content now to be spectator from afar.
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