Cirrane
With our legs completely covered with swipes of mud we arrive at an enormous city. Built upon a small hill with an old castle on top, encircled by stone houses. Their roofs form, from afar, the stairs up to the castle. In reality there is no straight way up, the roads while at first horizontal, soon circle around the hill when closer to the castle. Leading upwards, the roads lead to various platforms, each having their own main road that goes around the hill. Higher up the houses seem to be more cared of. The houses are not only broader but the white rock walls look almost polished, as the sunlight slightly reflects of them, brightening the streets. From afar it seemed as if the sun only shone upon the top of the hill, but it soon becomes clear to me that the suburban lower parts of the ci
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