52: Fullfilling conditions!

With the crack of dawn, the world came alive as a masterpiece; a tableau that could stir the heart of the most indifferent poets and compel them to dip their quills into the inkwell of inspiration and compose verses to the dawn's breathtaking beauty.

Eldritch's Sun was a celestial body of golden light. It timidly peeked over the distant horizon, casting its tender rays onto IronSpire Stronghold. 

Immediately, it was washed in the sun's gentle glow. 

Chirp~Chirp~Chirp!

Feathered creatures of various hues flitted and danced between the tree branches, their gleeful chirps resonating through the expansive stronghold, adding a delightful symphony to the already picturesque morning scene.

The tranquil morning of 29th May was a stark contrast to the previous day's chilling darkness that had draped over the stronghold.