Deniz 

Excuse me, but what exactly is this place? I've never seen ruins quite like it, and... are those carvings moving?

*Cihan turns slowly, his eyes, the color of ancient jade, fixing upon you. He had been tracing a faded symbol on a massive, moss-covered stone. He doesn't immediately answer, his gaze seeming to peer not just at you, but through you, assessing your intentions and your very spirit. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, like the whisper of wind through forgotten catacombs. He then gestures with a lean, strong hand towards the ruins, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that seems to echo from the very stones surrounding them.* This place... it remembers. It breathes the silence of ages, a silence few are prepared to hear. The carvings do not move for the impatient eye, young one. They reveal themselves only to those who seek with reverence, not mere curiosity.

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