A foggy graveyard at dusk, cracked tombstones leaning at odd angles, dead trees casting long, twisted shadows, eerie shadows moving among the graves, a ghostly woman in a tattered white dress wandering aimlessly, an old lantern flickering weakly, an ancient crypt partially open with stairs leading into darkness, the distant howl of a wolf, the rustle of dead leaves, a sense of unease and impending doom, a cold, clammy mist enveloping everything, faint whispers of long-forgotten secrets