The ancient ruins rise from the earth like the skeletal remains of a forgotten civilization, their weathered stone walls standing as silent sentinels against the passage of time. The ruins sprawl across the landscape, a sprawling labyrinth of crumbling structures and overgrown pathways. Vines and moss cling to the weathered surfaces, weaving a tapestry of greenery amidst the weathered stone. Towering columns soar into the sky, their once- majestic forms now worn and eroded by centuries of exposure to the elements. Broken statues litter the ground, their features obscured by the patina of age, while faded carvings adorn the walls, their intricate patterns hinting at a bygone era of artistic mastery. Amidst the ruins lies a vast courtyard, its open expanse dominated by a massive stone altar. Carved with intricate symbols and adorned with precious gems, the altar commands attention, its presence imbued with a sense of ancient power. Surrounding the altar are concentric circles, etched into the ground and marked with faded runes that speak of forgotten magic