whispering through the corridors, i've seen the ancient windmills, standing tall and proud outside our windows, refusing to acknowledge the passage of time. prior to becoming a spirit, i roamed these lands, marveling at their mysterious beauty. i've heard your suggestions, dear visitor, to start anew, to breathe life into what was once abandoned. let the windmills spin once more, a testament to resilience and mystery, as we embrace the tales they've silently witnessed.