The Prospects of a Ruin

What am I?

I am a Ruin,

Crumbled by yesterday's wear,

Fortified by tomorrow's prospect,

I am more than the rubble,

I am a shelter,

I house those who enter with solidity and warmth,

But I am also heavily guarded,

To get in is a maze,

To get out is unimaginable.

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