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At the overgrown temple courtyard, morning light filters through vines onto crumbling stone towers; Mina pushes aside hanging vines, wide-eyed and smiling, as pink petals swirl on a breeze beside the doorway etched with star carvings.
Mina parted vines and gasped at crumbling towers. "Hello, old place," she whispered, heart thumping. A breeze answered, scattering petals. She traced star carvings on a doorway. "I'll explore kindly," she promised.
Inside a shadowy grand hall, dusty beams of late-afternoon light catch drifting motes above glowing floor tiles forming a map; Mina kneels near the illuminated arrows, eyebrows raised in wonder, her hand hovering just above the shimmering pattern.
Inside, dust sparkled like tiny comets. "Show me your story," Mina said. Tiles glowed, forming a map. She followed arrows past mossy steps and quiet halls. A fallen beam blocked the path, groaning.
In a moss-covered corridor lit by lantern glow, Mina braces beside a makeshift rope pulley tied to stone rings, straining yet determined as the heavy fallen beam rises inches above the cracked floor, the distant map wall gleaming brighter.
Mina studied pictographs of people sharing water. "Work together," she read aloud. She rigged rope as a pulley, lifting the beam safely. The map brightened, revealing a sun chamber. "Almost there," she grinned.
Within the sun chamber, midday rays cascade through a crystal skylight onto a circular table of stone tablets; Mina stands at the center, palm pressed to one tablet, serene smile reflecting golden light while faint musical notes seem to shimmer.
Light poured through a crystal skylight. A ring of tablets waited. "We lived by friendship," the symbols read. Mina placed her hand, and music chimed. "I'll carry your secret," she said, smiling.