[Mist Wilderness] small world,
A forgotten ruin quietly resides in the mist, like a solitary island in the river of history, gently embraced by the tides of time.
It resembles a silent old man, cloaked in a thin veil, whispering the glories and vicissitudes of the past.
The surrounding broken walls and ruins speak of endless tales, the mottled marks on the stone bricks are witnesses to the erosion of wind and rain, and are also imprints of the passing years.
Amidst this ruin, every shattered stone, every fallen pillar, carries a forgotten story. They flicker in the mist, like ghosts of history, as the power of time slowly draws these past glories back into the earth's embrace, returning everything to tranquility.
Yet amongst this desolation and decay, a hall miraculously stands unyielding, like a dazzling pearl embedded in the heart of the ruins.
