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Castle Tower B (Castlevania: Harmony of Dissonance)

Castle Tower B (Castlevania: Harmony of Dissonance)

Many times have I visited the castle of a vampire named Dracula; a massive edifice known as Castlevania.  This castle is unlike any other I have encountered, in that it changes shape, structure, and composition every time it reappears.  It is said that the castle itself shifts in and out of dimensions, which could explain the many discrepancies in both layout and the nature of its denizens, which also seem to change with each resurfacing of Castlevania’s foreboding walls.  This also lends credence to the theory that the castle itself is a conscious entity, but such a mysterious place is bound to have so many rumors as to its true nature that it is difficult to tell myth from truth.

The castle tower is often where Dracula sits upon his throne, an impressive zenith to an already magnanimous structure.  In this particular instance, the top of this tower was constructed with many windows, so that one could behold the splendor below.  Below the dark clouds of the purple skies was a massive blue-gray forest of coniferous trees, seemingly standing atop the castle walls, glowing with the deep sanguine hue of a hearty red wine.  Its many impressive pillars of a darker shade of teal only accented this intoxicating view, but just above them was a chamber with a circular set of doors, behind which was something I would never have expected.

As these doors opened up, a shimmering rainbow portal opened, swallowing me on this end, then ejecting me into an alternate reality of the same castle.  I could not tell whether I was in a part of the castle beneath a mirage, or in another realm entirely, but the castle was structurally similar.  Returning to the room below, I noticed that the pillars were now of a pale gray stone, and the purple world beyond the walls was now bathed in the red of fresh blood.  I headed back toward the stairs that lead to the portal, this time, gazing into the distance.  Heavily clouded pink skies stretched into the distance for an eternity.  I climbed to the top of this area, admiring the ornate architecture, and marveling at how well this open-air structure so high in the sky could shield its innards from the winds.

Leaving this area, I headed inside on the way back to the portal room.  The first room inside was decorated heavily in greens of varying shades.  The dull green columns were complimented by blue banners with similarly green horns emblazoned upon them.  In the room’s center sat a table with a matching blue tablecloth, upon which sat what was likely some sort of ceremonial object, though I could not identify its purpose.  The soft, dark colors of the room were sharply contrasted by the lime green ceiling, which brought a unique aura to the room.  It all felt somehow familiar, like a dream I’d had long ago, but let it be known that when I dream, I tend to “take a walk,” as a friend of mine once put it, so it very well be that I had been here prior in my subconscious.

The next room was the throne room of Dracula, but the wall, the throne itself, and many of the columns had been broken out, as though something large and powerful had crashed violently through.  The color scheme was similar here, but there was a dull brown rug with gray accents and a lime green fringe covering most of the floor.  As hideously as one might thing such a thing would clash even with itself, it did strangely well to tie the room together, likely even moreso before the room was “redecorated”, exposing the sharp contrast of a bright pink sky, though I suppose that to be a drawback of employing large, powerful, primitive creatures in your service.  Adjacent to this room was the portal room.

Also adjacent to the portal room is another entrance to this area, this one connecting to a corridor in the air.  From this side, the iconic, long staircase leading to Dracula’s throne room is visible.  As you gaze upon the pale gray stone of the clock tower upon the backdrop of fuchsia skies under a golden and fiery orange full moon, it becomes apparent that the color of the stone was selected to accent its beauty.  The blackness of the world below seems a deep navy blue when lit by this spectacle.  Just above is a somewhat hidden chamber, curiously more walled-in than the rest of this area. Still, there are several windows up here, and some large holes broken through its diagonally-bricked walls.

As much more beautiful than its otherworldly counterpart as this castle tower is, the rest of this second castle is rather unremarkable.  In fact, the vast majority of it is dull, grayish, and dingy, looking like nothing more than a castle in decay.  The primary castle is more beautiful in several areas, the heretic’s grave being the greatest example of this, with its sanguine skies cloaked in clouds of periwinkle.  So, should you find yourself in a dual reality scenario, don’t just write off one reality or another, because you’ll sometimes find that each has its own merits, no matter how small.

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