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John stepped through the door, and his breath caught in his throat. He was standing in an ancient shrine, one that seemed to have been undisturbed for centuries.

The walls were covered in intricate carvings, and the floor was made of polished marble. In the center of the room was a large, ornate altar, adorned with symbols and runes that John had never seen before.

As he approached the altar, he felt a strange sensation come over him. It was as if he was being drawn towards the altar, as if it was calling to him.

He reached out and touched the altar, and suddenly, he was overcome with a flood of memories.

He saw himself, but he was not the same person he was now. He was younger, and he was surrounded by people who seemed to revere him as some kind of leader.

He saw himself leading the people in some kind of ritual, and he felt a deep sense of pride and purpose.

But then, the memories shifted. He saw himself standing in a dark, foreboding place, surrounded by shadowy figures.