write a dark story but have the last sentence make it beautiful
The inky darkness enveloped the old, cracked streets, their grooves echoing hollowly as rain dripped off each corner like a puddle of treacle, spattering the cobblestones. A wind tore through the narrow alleys, ripping away the tattered remnants of buildings as if they were but scraps of paper, revealing only the ancient ruins that slumbered beneath. The air grew heavier with each breath, filled with
and full of hope

Once upon a midnight dreary, in a hidden forest shrouded in a thick and impenetrable fog, there stood a decrepit castle, its crumbling walls slick with moss and mold. The creaking boughs of ancient trees reached out, grasping at the castle, as if trying to pull it back into the ground from which it rose, like a sickly child.

The castle was the dwelling place of the