In a dark and desolate landscape, shrouded in thick fog that obscures the horizo

In a dark and desolate landscape, shrouded in thick fog that obscures the horizon, a terrifying figure appears. It's hard to tell if it's human or something else., because your silhouette appears to be distorted, as if it were a reflection of the nightmare itself. The figure wears a tattered, dark cloak, that drags itself across the muddy ground, stained with earth and dried blood.the face, if you can call it that, it's a black void, No eyes, nose or mouth, just an abyss of darkness that seems to draw all eyes to itself, paralyzing anyone who dares to face it. The only thing visible are two red slits where the eyes should be., shining with indescribable hatred.The figure is standing next to a pool of stagnant water, thick and dark like oil. In the reflection of the puddle, Although, the scene is even more disturbing: the figure is revealed as a misshapen monster, with long claws and sharp teeth, his mouth open in an eternal scream that no one can hear. Tentacles appear to come out of his body, diving into the water and writhing as if they were alive, ready to grab anything that comes close.The mist around moves unnaturally, as if it were a veil of lost souls, whispering words of despair and death. Dry, twisted trees surround the figure, its branches stretched out like skeletal hands trying to reach the sky, but trapped in eternal darkness.The air is heavy with the stench of putrefaction, and the silence is interrupted only by the soft sound, but constant, of drops falling into the puddle, echoing like the beating of a dead heart. The feeling is that time itself has stopped, trapping everything in this moment of pure terror, where hope was extinguished, leaving only a deep, paralyzing fear