In the heart of a dark, foreboding forest lies a swamp shrouded in thick, rolling mist. The twisted trees jut from the murky greenishly glowing water like ancient sentinels, their gnarled branches hanging low, covered in thick moss. The full moon hovers above, casting an eerie silver glow that barely penetrates the fog. Out of the mist, ghostly figures drift silently, their translucent forms glowing blue faintly in the moonlight. They move eerily, their faces obscured, as if drawn to something unseen. Emerging from the swampy ground are decayed zombies, their lifeless eyes gleaming with an unnatural hunger as they claw their way toward the surface. The air is thick with the scent of rot and the quiet whispers of the dead, adding to the bone-chilling stillness of this haunted swamp