I stepped through the apsed space, where the serlianas emerged—five hollow oculi staring back at me. Light streamed through the portal ahead, guiding me forward. At the end of the curved path, I stopped. A faint shift in pressure, a soft click of machinery, and water began tumbling into the octagonal pool below. 

Descending the stair, two portals—north and south—framed the cascading water spilling into the linear pool.

The stair faded beneath my feet, blending into the ruins and urging me onward. I wandered through the remnants, eventually floating above the waters toward the glade.

Pausing, I sank into the warm, healing waters, their melodies wrapping around me.