Inside an abandoned, overgrown cemetery, a skeletal zombie with patches of dry, decayed flesh still clinging to its bones claws its way out of a half-collapsed grave. The moonlight casts long shadows across the weathered headstones, while the wind rustles through the dry, overgrown grass, creating an eerie whispering sound. The zombie’s eye sockets glow faintly with an unnatural red light, and its bony fingers scrape against the earth as it struggles to rise. Surrounding it, the cemetery is in disarray, with cracked tombstones leaning at odd angles and mausoleums covered in creeping vines that seem to pulse with a faint, eerie light. In the distance, more figures rise from the graves, their twisted forms silhouetted against the night sky, as if summoned by some dark force. The air is cold and heavy with the smell of damp earth and decay, and the sound of distant thunder rumbles in the background. The scene is filled with a sense of rising dread, as the dead awaken, one by one, to reclaim the night.<lora:Dorota_Pietrowiak:0.3> Portrait by Dorota Pietrowiak <lora:Comic book V2:0.8> High-contrast illustration