A misty dawn shrouds the once-majestic city in a veil of mystery, crumbling structures stretching towards the sky like skeletal fingers. Weeping vines and twisted creepers have reclaimed the streets, as if nature itself was trying to erase the remnants of a long-lost culture. A solitary column rises from the dusty terrain, its intricate carvings weathered to near-invisibility, yet still whispering secrets to the wind.
