Nestled amidst a thick enigmatic forest were the remnants of an antiquated temple, a testament to the bygone eras of old. Its strange symbol - etched stone walls stood as a frightening testimony to a time of terror and mystery. The people around the temple warned anybody who dared to approach with whispers of its cursed past. Inspired but nonetheless in cold sweats, a daring party of explorers ignored the dire warnings. Led by their flickering torches and the fading moonlight, they ventured deep into the tangled embrace of the jungle, drawn by the pull of ancient mysteries. One by one, each crossed the temple threshold, each soon clasped by an inescapable sense of dread and despair as they ventured deeper. Their very breath appeared to be swallowed by an engulfing quiet. In the eerie half-light produced solely by the feeble attempts of a near empty oil lamp, the disintegrating edifice loomed, casting long and lank shadows across the rock face.
Every step had the sound of a whisper from the distant past, as though the stones themselves held sinister secrets. Strange writings lined the walls of the temple's maze-like hallways, recounting stories of old deities and horrifying rituals.
Driven by a combination of fear and fascination, the explorers pushed ahead, hearts thumping with anxiety.
An abrupt change in the air indicated that night was approaching.
The shadows the torches cast seemed to come to life as they flickered uncontrollably. Shivers crawled down their spines as a cacophony of forgotten tongues, a chorus of whispering whispers, reverberated down those hallways.
The air got thicker, and the walls seemed to close in on them with every step, as if the temple was working together to trap them in its grasp.
Their breathing grew shallow, their pulses raced, and a mounting sense of hopelessness permeated their thoughts.
A horrifying shriek broke the stillness, and then there were more and more, until the temple echoed with eerie cries.
The explorers panicked and scurried out, but the twisting passages made it difficult for them to escape.
An ancient guardian materialised in the temple’s centre, its earthen limbs groaning in the wake of its eternal slumber.
Horrors of the earth writhed in place of its joints: worms, vines and bones amassed and circulated around the golem in planetary motion as Mother Nature’s last line of defence finally took its last stand.
Its eerie tendrils reached out to capture the trespassers' souls, and its hollow eyes glowed with a dark light.
Relic of terror and darkness, the jungle temple claimed its victims, their agonised cries vanishing into the night as the temple fell silent once more.
With only rumours of the disastrous expedition remaining, the jungle reclaimed its secrets and served as a warning to anyone who dared to seek the forbidden knowledge concealed within the temple's cursed walls…
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