In the depths of a midnight fog, a ghostly figure—a spectral piper—stands alone, shrouded in a chilling mist that flows through a shadowy forest. The piper is dressed in tattered, ethereal clothing that drifts unnaturally around him, his form barely solid, as though fading into the night air. His face is obscured, but his eyes glow faintly under the brim of a shadowed hood. He holds a set of spectral bagpipes, their haunting melody weaving through the dense fog, echoing eerily across the landscape. The sound seems almost tangible, like whispers brushing past the trees, adding to the mystery as faint, ghostly shapes gather around him, drawn by the haunting tune. Silvery moonlight filters through the mist, casting an otherworldly glow on the scene, highlighting the dense fog and faint outlines of gnarled trees. The color palette is dark and muted, with shades of deep blue, gray, and silver, amplifying the spectral and haunting atmosphere. The mood is somber and chilling, with a sense of timelessness and isolation, as though the piper has played his sorrowful tune for centuries, endlessly haunting the midnight fog and drawing in the souls of lost wanderers