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The air hangs heavy with memories, a palpable presence in this ancient site. It's as if the very stones whisper tales of bygone eras, of lives lived and lost, of triumphs and tragedies that have long faded from common awareness. Shards of a forgotten civilization lie scattered about, offering tantalizing glimpses into their practices and beliefs. O