a shadowy, floating form that distorts the environment around it. Its round, stocky body hovers menacingly, with sharp, jagged features that speak of something both primal and supernatural. Gengar’s wide grin is eerily unnatural, a stark contrast against the deep purple of its ghostly body, which seems to absorb the surrounding light. Its crimson eyes, small but piercing, track its prey with chilling intensity. As it floats, it bends reality around it—an enigmatic force that thrives in the interplay between darkness and fear.