A figure rises slightly with its head out of the sea covered with an oily film, only the eyes stand out from the oily black film, a close- up of a dark, tattered hood, seemingly empty, yet from within its shadowy depths, two ghostly eyes faintly glow with a menacing, almost malevolent light. The hood belongs to a long coat that appears much darker now, with muted, almost blackened hues of deep greens, dark blues, and earthy browns. The intricate patchwork still remains, but its colors are faded and worn, giving the garment an ancient, weathered appearance, as if it has survived many eerie nights. The patterns, once vibrant, are now subdued and twisted, almost blending into the dark fabric like ghostly shapes. Despite its decayed state, the coat radiates an ancient, haunted power. The environment around the figure is nearly impenetrable, a void of darkness so deep that it feels suffocating. The glowing eyes inside the hood are the only sign of life—or unlife—casting an evil, spectral gaze from within, barely visible yet undeniably filled with malicious intent. The atmosphere is heavy with the weight of centuries of forgotten magic, making the figure’s presence feel both chilling and immense