Hyperrealistic scarecrow standing alone in the middle of a barren, windswept field. The scarecrow’s body is a mix of tattered cloth and twisted metal, with long, spindly arms that seem unnaturally elongated. Its face, once a simple burlap sack, has contorted into a grotesque, human- like visage, with hollow, black eyes that glow faintly in the twilight. The mouth is sewn shut with thick, black thread, but the edges are frayed, as if it’s struggling to break free. The scarecrow’s head tilts slightly, as if listening to the whispers carried by the wind, and the crows perched on its shoulders are unnaturally still, their feathers ruffled and eyes gleaming with malice. The surrounding field is eerily quiet, the tall grass bending under an invisible weight, and the sky above is a deep, ominous gray, threatening to unleash a storm at any moment
