Hyperrealistic forest pathway during the peak of autumn, the ground blanketed in a thick layer of golden and crimson leaves. The trees on either side of the path are tall and ancient, their twisted branches reaching across to form a natural archway. Each tree bears a face, contorted in expressions of sorrow and anger, with eyes that seem to follow anyone who dares to walk beneath them. The bark on these trees is cracked and rough, transitioning into skin- like textures around the faces, with veins of sap that resemble blood seeping from the cracks. The path itself is narrow and winding, fading into the mist that clings to the forest floor, creating an eerie, almost ethereal atmosphere. The dim light filtering through the canopy casts long, shifting shadows that seem to dance and twist with a life of their own
