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The vines swallowed the path generations ago. Find the temple before the temple finds you.

Every wall tells the same story in a thousand carved symbols. Read it right and a door no one has opened swings wide.

The priests hid their offerings here behind a lock of obsidian and jade. One stone is the key. The rest are warnings.

The slab still bears its stains. Complete the rite the priests left unfinished — or become the next line in the story.

The great calendar itself, jade and gold catching the last light. Restart it before dawn. The hardest trial on the board.