More have found their way up the path to High Ground.
The Castle has noticed.
Some leave their names and receive these Drifts—quiet markers that they’ve been seen.
Others linger longer. Certain rooms begin to feel familiar. Those guests sometimes hear from the Conservatory midweek, where small shifts in the walls are noticed first.
And some return often enough to receive letters from the Keeper at the start of the week—notes about life, loss, and what this place is becoming.
No path is required. Nothing is unlocked by force.
Staying is enough.