The woman walks down a cobblestone street that transitions into a shadowy, fog-covered forest. Dead trees twist unnaturally toward her, their branches forming claw-like shapes. Faint whispers echo through the mist, as if the forest itself is alive and calling her name. In the distance, a decayed cabin flickers with an unnatural green glow, like an otherworldly beacon. The atmosphere is chilling and foreboding, with cold gray and black tones