Alcázar of Segovia 
the tale that never ends

They say the Alcázar was not born of human hands… but of a dream that refused to die.
 A dream that forged itself into the form of a ship, anchored in the rock to watch over Castilla. 
Its black-slate scales guard the secret of the dragon that sleeps beneath its stone.
 Centuries spent watching the horizon… like a lookout that never blinks.
 Every wall whispers stories that time has not yet dared to erase.