After she had picked one nearby that led straight to the palace without too many twists and turns, Twilight made toward it. She passed through a few last blocks of row after row of the silent buildings, watching as the walls seemed to age just a little bit more every time she looked away and looked back. Chunks of rock were now missing from the edges, leaving the surfaces pockmarked and disfigured. The vines still grew thicker, becoming more adventurous as they slithered down the walls.