A deformed, decaying abbey crouches in the center of a fog-laden valley, its twisted arches and sagging walls appearing to melt under the weight of unseen forces. Faint orange and red light flickers through shattered stained-glass windows, casting warped symbols and ominous shadows onto the surrounding ground. Beside the abbey, a sprawling cemetery spreads in chaotic disarray, its gravestones carved with strange, curling symbols and adorned with rotting garlands of marigold flowers, as if from a forgotten ritual. Skulls and charred effigies rest atop crooked stone altars, their wax-dripping candles still burning, despite the suffocating dampness in the air. The main entrance of the abbey radiates a deep crimson glow, spilling onto the mist-shrouded path, where doll-like figures made of bone, twigs, and human hair hang lifelessly from rusted chains. The air is heavy and stifling, filled with the faint, rhythmic beating of distant drums and the low, guttural chanting of voices that seem to echo from nowhere, drawing the unwelcome closer.