As a pale orb in the sky above the dark alleys of the village, a chill wind swept across the abandoned temple grounds. Here and there, amongst the crumbling stones, shadows stretched. A sense of unease settled upon those brave enough to venture near. Stories abound that on this very terrace, long ago, a tragic betrayal unfolded. A jealous rival i

The evening air carried a chill, whispering tales of forgotten times. A lone figure stood upon the ancient terrace, their silhouette dancing against the backdrop of a crimson sunset. The breeze rustled through the dry leaves of surrounding trees, their voices blending with the hisses that seemed to originate from the very stones beneath their feet.