The rocks have all but fallen into the ocean.  There is moss and other plant life climbing the remaining rocks, making it a very moist and gloomy environment.  There are some small left-behind pieces of what appear to have been some furniture, and possibly a cradle.
Collapsed West Wing, Abandoned
noble
child
I am just a child.  I am only 5 years old but feel so much older.  They say I am an old soul whatever that means.  I hope I can be done writing soon and go play.
Everything thing is gone, crumbled away, I can hardly remember it.... Is that a child here? It's dangerous here, what are you doing? This west wing was my home. I was born here, my mother rocked me in this cradle and sat in this chair that now all covered in moss. That's tragic, but the past is in the past and there is jagged rubble here. I am writing about the past. And this is where I remember. I must write.  I suppose, well good luck with that. I have work to do. I wish I could play, but first I must finish. And the rocks aren't so jagged, they are covered with soft moss. The moss is quite thin, just be careful. Yes I will, but where are you going? Can't you stay a bit? I am an important noble and I have lots to do, but I suppose I can stay for a bit. That is good. I sense you don't take time to relax. They tell me I know these things because I am an old soul. You are more than true, and what do you mean? You are clearly very young inside and out.