The characters in the image exudes an eerie, ritualistic presence. There are three identical figures standing in formation, cloaked in long, dark robes that shroud their entire bodies. Their faces and heads are wrapped in aged, tattered white cloth, hiding all identity and emotion. Hands clasped solemnly in front of them, they almost resemble mourners—or perhaps monks from some forgotten, shadowy order. The dense, dim forest behind them amplifies the unsettling stillness, casting them as ancient guardians or silent judges of a cursed domain. They feel more like a single entity multiplied—an ominous trio with one collective purpose. I could imagine them as spectral watchers in a dark fantasy story, cultists of an eldritch god, or even avatars of judgment in a post-apocalyptic world.