The long-abandoned monastery stood lonely in the vast snowfield, within the forest.
Snow-covered pine needles encircled the towering gray stone walls, silent and quiet, with cracks weathered by the wind and rain, from which withered vines crazily grew, like ancient tree beards, densely hanging down to the ground, rooting under the snow, in the soil.
The three of them walked closer, their footsteps sinking, and paused to look up at this desolate scene, without exchanging words, and then continued forward, around the stone walls, passing through the large gate, entering the courtyard.
The monastery's gate was once used to defend against bandits and beasts from the wilderness, but now only an empty stone arch remained, with half the gate fallen in the snow, the other half nowhere to be found. The courtyard was surrounded by shade, silent, passing through the silver-white square, a lack of repair, a tall Great Holy Cathedral came into their vision.
