Imagine a moonlit night with a full moon casting an eerie glow over a desolate hilltop. At the top of the hill stands an old, decrepit mansion with tall, pointed towers, broken windows, and vines creeping up its stone walls. The mansion’s roof is slightly caved in, and a few flickering lights are visible through the cracked windows, hinting at some mysterious presence within.
The hill itself is surrounded by a twisted, leafless forest, with gnarled trees that seem to reach out like skeletal hands. Shadows dance between the trees, and a thick mist swirls around the base of the hill, partially obscuring a winding, cobblestone path leading up to the mansion. Along the path, ancient gravestones are scattered, some tilted, others broken, with eerie, glowing inscriptions.
In the foreground, there’s a rusty, wrought-iron gate hanging off its hinges, creaking as it moves with the wind. A black cat with glowing green eyes sits atop one of the gate’s pillars, watching intently. Bats circle the mansion, and an owl perches on a tree branch, its eyes gleaming in the darkness.