Ruins 32mm
The ancient ruins stood silently in the heart of the dense jungle, half-buried by centuries of creeping vines and moss. Their towering stone pillars, once grand and ornate, were now crumbling, etched with faded symbols from a long-forgotten civilization. The air around the ruins was thick with mystery, as if the stones themselves whispered ancient secrets to those who dared to listen. Travelers who stumbled upon this lost city spoke of an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant calls of birds and the rustling of leaves in the wind. In the center of the ruins lay a massive stone altar, its surface worn smooth by time, and at its base, a dark entrance to what seemed to be an underground chamber, beckoning the brave—or foolish—to explore its depths.
Inside, the air was cool and damp, the walls lined with more strange carvings and inscriptions that hinted at forgotten rituals and powerful gods once worshipped by the city's inhabitants. Flickering torchlight revealed narrow passageways, each one leading deeper into the earth, where treasures—or curses—were said to be hidden. But many who ventured into these ancient halls never returned, lost to the traps and guardians that still protected the sacred secrets of the ruin. Those who did return spoke of strange statues that moved in the shadows, and the faint, echoing sounds of footsteps that weren’t their own. The ruins, once a place of majesty, had become a tomb of time, guarding its mysteries from the world above, forever waiting for the next soul brave enough to uncover them.
