18. Dancing Shadows

The sun has just crossed the horizon, leaving behind a crimson trail that slowly fades into the sky. A breeze rises, making the dense vegetation surrounding the ruins quiver.

Shadows, cast by the final rays and carried by the movement of the trees, stretch across the stone walls. They seem to dance, intertwining and shifting with an almost intentional fluidity.

It is no longer clear whether it is the branches that are dancing, or mysterious ancient entities coming back to life with the arrival of night. As if to celebrate something.