Hyperrealistic barn at the edge of a misty, moonlit field, its walls stained dark with age and something far more sinister. The barn’s roof is partially collapsed, exposing the rafters to the cold night air, where crows perch, watching silently. The large, double doors are slightly ajar, creaking softly as they sway in the wind. Inside, the barn is filled with the faint, metallic smell of blood, and the floor is strewn with withered husks of corn and dried leaves that crunch underfoot. Hanging from the rafters are ghostly, translucent forms—harvested souls caught in an eternal suspension, their faces contorted in expressions of fear and despair. The walls are etched with strange, glowing symbols that pulse with an ominous red light, casting eerie shadows across the space. Outside, the fog clings to the ground, swirling around the barn as if drawn to the malevolent energy within