A study on the legends of the ruins.
The elder treated us well, despite us being outlanders. However, when he was asking why we came here, we noticed that the surrounding locals changed their expressions more than once, all whispering in local dialects. Somehow, I heard words such as moon and god. The elder took me into a tent, warning us not to move onward, and telling us to leave by traveling northwards along the Euphrates.
Luckily, the priest staying with us was poisoned by wild fruits, and the elder kept us in the village. By the way, the priest is now a famous botanist, but that's a story for another day. At night, the leader woke us up in secret, leading us toward the ruins with nothing but basic tools. The map was hard to read, and the only thing we knew was we were getting closer to the estuary of the Persian Gulf.
Almost smothered by the humid air, we were suddenly attacked by the weariness from the countless days of traveling. No one knows how long we have traveled before finally seeing the shrine. It was made of stones, held together by various delicate mixtures. As we were about to enter, lights appear around us. Countless torches surrounded us, trapping us in the square before the shrine.
| Keywords | Translated keywords |
|---|---|
| Moon, Gods | Xin |
| Euphrates | Northwest of Persian Gulf |