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Overgrown Ruins #BW31


Tree roots have woven their way between the cracks of the forgotten city. Where feet and hooves once trampled daily, now wild grass fields and scattered rubble lay undisturbed. Towers that used to tickle the heavens above, now stand cracked and crumbled. Poisonous vines have slithered up the columns of the old temple, claiming the surface as they grow. Bird songs have replaced the voices that once occupied the halls and rooms. Animals have moved into the once busy agora. The well that marked the center of the city, where hundreds gathered to drink, is now sunken into the ground. It is a tempting trap for any too thirsty to take one step too close. Even though people are long gone, life has found a way to remain. Canopies protrude from the collapsed roof tops, creating a walled forest within. But when it rains, everything in the forgotten city falls silent. And for a moment, just a brief rare moment, you might catch the whispers of the souls that once walked the streets of this now overgrown ruin.

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