Ancient Ruin

The air felt heavy as we crossed the threshold into the ancient ruin, like an invisible weight pressing down on my shoulders. Dust hung in the air, thick and undisturbed for centuries, making each breath feel labored, every inhale tainted with the scent of decay and history. My torch flickered as we moved, its light revealing walls covered in symbols—some of which I recognized, but most were foreign, alien in their design. The faint glow emanating from them hinted at a power that had been dormant for who knew how long, now awakening at our intrusion.

A chill ran down my spine as I stepped further into the ruin. There was something about this place—something that whispered of ancient secrets and dangers that should have remained buried. I could feel it in my bones, an instinctive warning that screamed at me to turn back. I paused, just for a moment, as doubt gnawed at me. Was I leading us into something far beyond our understanding, beyond our ability to survive?