Tinori

My mind begins to clear as I approach the seriene, calm ruins. as I enter the large ruins, my eyes widen in awe. marble pieces lay scattered about, vines crawling up the walls and dust and pollen particles glitter, dancing around in the dying sunlight leaking into the dark ruins, broken stained glass scattered about. a few gold coins lay scattered as well. suddenly, my eyes land on a young child in the middle of the ruins, standing on a large, crumbled marble statue of one of the gods, Athena.