6 months ago
A hyper-realistic forest path at dusk, now almost completely consumed by nature. The narrow dirt path is barely visible beneath layers of overgrown vegetation—thick moss, tangled roots, ivy, ferns, and encroaching underbrush. Trees tower on both sides, their branches intertwined, forming a dense canopy that blocks out most of the light. Mist hangs low, and the cold, dim light filters through in pale, bluish tones. Old, rusted fences line the way, half-swallowed by the forest. In the distant background, obscured by fog and dense greenery, stands an abandoned house covered in vines, its windows shattered, roof sagging. Beside it, a forgotten cemetery with crooked gravestones and collapsing iron gates emerges faintly through the haze. The scene is claustrophobic and haunting, filled with chilling stillness, ultra-detailed textures, and an oppressive sense of natural decay and psychological dread.