Ashen Lands

Inside, the air is damp, thick with the smell of mildew and rot. Sunlight filters through shattered windows, casting cold, pale beams across the darkened rooms. The light feels distant, out of place, as if it’s reluctant to touch the decaying walls, hesitant to reveal the secrets hidden within. The stone walls are cracked, their cold surfaces almost unnoticeable beneath layers of decay and moss. Every step deeper into the mansion feels like an intrusion, as though the place itself is trying to push back against those who would uncover its forgotten truths, urging them to turn away before something buried long ago is found.