In the heart of twilight, a haunted forest looms, shrouded in mist. Gnarled trees twist skyward, their branches like skeletal fingers reaching for the moon. Shadows flicker between the trunks, whispering secrets of the lost. An eerie fog clings to the ground, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay. Lanterns of ghostly light hover, casting an ethereal glow on the winding path, inviting yet foreboding. The distant hoot of an owl echoes, a solitary reminder of life amidst the silence. PIVIG image style, PIVIG