The girl spent the next few years working on the interior. She furnished it with the best that she could find. The furniture was immensely soft. The walls presented exquisite paintings from all over. Each room was separate and apart from all the others. It was as if you were walking to the most beautiful gardens God had ever created.
As the years passed, the girl let people come into her castle. They brought new ideas to her. Their encouragement was inspiring beyond belief. But then, when the girl went out to find the materials for the improvements of her castle...
These people smashed her furniture, tore the paintings from the walls, and worked hard to destroy her hopes. They also drilled tiny holes in the foundation.
When the girl returned she found her castle in a shambles. The damage was endless. The girl was absorbed by the pain. She tried to understand why they had done this. But she couldn't, she couldn't explain why.
With this the girl decided she mustn't let anyone in - for they would destroy all that she had. She spent the next years fixing everything that had been destroyed. When the damage was repaired she went on with the new ideas. Then one day, after the castle enlarged a little, she realized she was out of ideas.
She knew then she must let people in to share their ideas with her. Well, she had met new people. They were different somehow, but she couldn't comprehend what that meant. So she let them in to share with her new ideas and then quickly chased them out.
Over the next years people came and went. The castle grew bigger and bigger. With each new room, the castle became more beautiful. But she never let the people stay for very long.
As she stood alone on the flat sands of her beach, listening to the sounds of the water rushing up... then back away again... the moon... almost, but not quite full, shown brightly over the dark blue of the ocean top... This was a peaceful night... or so it would appear to anyone who might wander by this beautiful place.
There, off in the distance, at the edge of her beach she could see something... but what was it? Her eyes still not completely focusing, something was there, but she couldn't quite make it out. She slowly walked in the direction of this thing she saw before her. Again she wiped the tears from her eyes trying to make out what was ahead of her...
Then she realized... she was standing at the beginning of a small path that was being overgrown by bits of grass as the sands of her beach ended... Where would the path lead her? Should she leave her beach? But her castle?
Then she knew... she needed to get away from this beach... away from the pain of losing her castle... she must get away, at least for a little while.
Ahead, lining all parts she could see was a hill. No, better called a mountain. It had crevices lined with bold yellows, oranges and browns. Near the top, every possible shade of green radiated toward her. This mountain, these colors... all seemed to be calling to her... drawing her closer...Then she knew... she had to start over. She had to begin a new castle. The new castle is not yet finished. But the plans hold a dream to be more beautiful then ever...