“It’s beautiful!” she muttered. “I have always loved castles ever since I was a kid.”
“I often used to have a dream…. a very vivid dream that I live in one…”
“May be you did, in previous birth…in another time.” He said in a strange voice.
She followed his gaze and looked at herself looking at her from an old painting, in a fifteenth century attire, hanging from the wall.