A dark and unsettling horror scene set in a misty, desolate field under a cold, gray sky. At the center, a twisted and gnarled leprechaun sits at a weathered wooden table, his skeletal fingers clutching a dirty pint glass of Guinness. The foam has long since gone flat, and black liquid drips from the corners of his cracked, pale lips. His face is gaunt and sunken, with hollow, glowing yellow eyes that pierce through the shadows. His once-green suit is faded and tattered, with grime-streaked fabric clinging to his thin frame. A faint, distorted rainbow arcs across the sky, but its colors are muted and sickly, bleeding into the mist like a corrupted stain. The rainbow’s twisted path leads to a decaying pot of gold.