A towering, crumbling castle stands beneath the twisted grip of looming trees, their gnarled branches clawing at the sky like skeletal fingers. The eerie glow of purple and green lights spills across the cracked stone walls, casting flickering shadows that dance like specters in the mist. A long, foreboding staircase leads up to the castle’s ancient doors, lined with rusted gurneys, each bearing motionless figures—silent witnesses to whatever horrors lie beyond the threshold. The wind howls through the twisted forest, carrying whispers that seem to echo from the castle’s hollow halls. The night feels alive, pulsing with an unnatural energy that beckons—or warns—those who dare to approach.