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In the heart of a ruined temple, an altar sits covered in old, tattered scrolls that glow faintly in the fading daylight. Around it, the shattered remnants of statues lie scattered, faces erased by time. A single figure, clad in dark robes, kneels before the altar, hands lifted toward the sky as a blinding ray of white light breaks through a swirling storm overhead. Ethereal mist rises from the altar, as if to signify the fleeting essence of knowledge slipping away into the void