Tarmac

The castle was always in the distant, no different than the sun and the moon. It was still when he walked along the shore, staking out its place smack dab middle on the horizon. Everything else moved in the sky, but there the pointed towers and the fluttering flag stayed. It stood out of reach, in the midst of waves and foam, as much a ruling god as the planets and the stars. In time, he came to see the structure in the distance as a sort of afterlife.

His steps carries him out to sea.