A twisted, desolate forest of skeletal trees stretches into a murky sky, their branches forming claw- like patterns against the blood- red dusk. In the center stands an ancient, weathered clock tower with no hands, but the numbers are cracked and worn, almost melting down the face. From within the clock's shattered surface, a sickly green light pours out, casting long, twisted shadows. The ground below is a pool of dark, reflective liquid that looks almost alive, swirling with distorted, ghostly reflections of faces and figures trapped beneath the surface. Thorned vines snake around the tower, creeping upward as if attempting to choke the last bit of life from it. Dark, shadowy figures with hollow eyes move through the fog, their outlines distorted, as if they are caught between this world and another. The entire scene feels on the edge of collapse, reality fraying at the seams, with every detail meticulously crafted to draw viewers into a haunting, surreal landscape. Hyper- detailed, high quality, masterpiece- level imagery