Time itself seems to slow down when gazing upon ancient ruins. The rough stone whispers tales of civilizations long gone, their stories inscribed within the very fabric of these weathered monuments. Each mark tells a fragile story, a fleeting glimpse into a world long lost. A crumbling archway may once have been a grand entrance, welcoming ruler
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