The corridors of the ancient ruins were cloaked in a dim, eerie light. Each step Elara took echoed off the stone walls, the sound amplified in the oppressive silence that hung in the air. The atmosphere was heavy with the weight of centuries, as if the ruins themselves held their breath, waiting for something long forgotten to awaken.
Elara led the way, her lantern casting a flickering glow that danced across the walls, revealing faded inscriptions and intricate carvings. The symbols were unfamiliar, but their presence spoke of a time when magic and history intertwined in ways long lost to the present. Her fingers traced the ancient markings, feeling a strange resonance that tugged at her memory, as if the walls themselves were whispering secrets to her.