In his gnarled hands Midjourney prompts

5 months ago

In the heart of a dense, fog-choked forest at dusk, a woman in a tattered red coat stumbles through the undergrowth, her eyes wide with terror. Her breath comes in sharp gasps, visible in the cold air, and her boots sink into the wet ground. The trees around her are gnarled and twisted, their branches reaching out like skeletal hands, casting long, unsettling shadows. A faint whisper floats through the air, but when she looks around, no one is there. Suddenly, the trees seem to shift as a figure dressed in tattered white linen materializes in the distance, walking toward her. The woman freezes, her heart racing, as the figure's face remains hidden beneath a black veil, but she can feel its gaze. The atmosphere is thick with an unnatural stillness, broken only by the distant sound of eerie chanting. The woman tries to back away, but her legs feel heavy, as if the very earth is pulling her down.