Castle Ayenee did not present itself so much as a fortress as it did a sealed confession of violence made into architecture, its cliffside foundation driven into basalt with such force that the stone beneath it had fractured in long, deliberate veins, as though the mountain itself had once tried to reject what was placed upon it and been forced to remember obedience instead. The sea below struck the rock in a rhythm that felt less like nature and more like repetition, each wave...​