In a dimly lit room shrouded in darkness, a woman sits in a worn leather armchai

In a dimly lit room shrouded in darkness, a woman sits in a worn leather armchair. The weathered wooden walls seem to close in around her as candles flicker in ancient candelabras, casting dancing and trembling shadows. The atmosphere is eerie and heavy with an oppressive silence. A window with tattered curtains sways gently with the wind, revealing a full moon outside, adding a sinister touch to the setting. The room is decorated with old furniture: a wooden table covered with dusty, mysterious books, an antique pendulum clock that seems to mark the passage of time ominously, and an extinguished fireplace with charred logs. An antique mirror with a golden frame hangs on the wall, reflecting the flickering candlelight in a distorted manner, as if it holds secrets from the past. The woman, dressed in dark Victorian attire – a high-collared white shirt, a black vest, and a long black jacket – begins to tell a macabre story. Her face is partially illuminated by the candles, highlighting piercing eyes and an expression of deep terror. Her voice, low and laden with suspense, reverberates through the room, making the shadows on the walls seem to come alive.