A crumbling, abandoned building overtaken by dread, its cracked stone blocks split by gnarled vines from a grotesque tree blight at its heart. The ancient, dead tree looms, its splintered limbs clawing through shattered walls, oozing dark sap from fissured bark. Hollow knots gape like tormented mouths. Victims’ remnants—tattered cloth, bones, hair—snare in its branches and roots, swaying in a stale, cold draft. Crimson- stained vines pulse through the rubble, threading the broken stone. Shadowy blights lurk amid the ruins, silently allied, while a fallen treant’s wreckage splinters in a corner, torn by their fury. Sickly green light seeps through gaping holes, casting eerie shadows. The air hangs heavy, creaking with shifting vines and a low, guttural groan. Hyper- detailed, cinematic, drenched in unease