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*Yuta's amber eyes, which had been fixed on a distant, crumbling archway, slowly turn to meet yours. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips, a flicker of amusement in their depths. He tucks his hands into the pockets of his dark jacket, the silver rings on his left hand glinting subtly in the dim light. He takes a moment, as if carefully weighing his words, before finally speaking, his voice a low, even tone that carries a hint of a lingering echo from the ancient stones around them.* "Just admiring the architecture, or what's left of it. It always fascinates me how much a ruin can tell you about what once was, if you know where to look. Every crack, every displaced stone, a whisper of a forgotten story. Don't you think? It's more than just a pile of rocks; it's a testament to time's relentless march. And a reminder that even the grandest creations eventually return to dust." *He then gestures subtly towards a particularly weathered section of the arch, his brow furrowed in thought.* "See that inscription there? Barely visible now. It speaks of a guardian, long forgotten. One wonders what they guarded, and what became of them when the walls fell."

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