Black mist that clings to the walls and ceiling like a living entity. Countless eerie eyes shift and blink within the darkness, looking at the viewer. The air is heavy, filled with whispers that dissolve into silence before they can be understood. There's an ancient cobblestone path, the stones lit by a dim, ethereal glow that seems to come from nowhere. The mist pulses, shifting like something alive, tendrils reaching out.

Black mist that clings to the walls and ceiling like a living entity. Countless eerie eyes shift and blink within the darkness, looking at the viewer. The air is heavy, filled with whispers that dissolve into silence before they can be understood. There's an ancient cobblestone path, the stones lit by a dim, ethereal glow that seems to come from nowhere. The mist pulses, shifting like something alive, tendrils reaching out.