If i were a building, i’d be a castle with a heavy gate and a massive front door. Inside there’d be secret passages between rooms and floors. A cozy fireplace, a warm and bustling kitchen with two pantries, an echoing chapel with a vaulted ceiling, and tall, silent towers from which to look at the stars. There’d be a creeking stair into dark, foreboding dungeons covered in spiderwebs and a slightly dank breeze coming from passages without an end. There’d be a dusty, chaotic library with books all unsorted every which where.