A desolate landscape stretches out beneath a blood-Red sky, ashen hues casting long shadows across cracked earth. A lone figure, shrouded in dark robes, stands poised before an ancient stone gate, glowing runes etched into its weathered surface. The gate's massive wooden slats creak open, revealing a void shrouded in swirling mists. The figure extends their hand, palm upwards, towards the churning mist, while shadowy silhouettes gather behind, their faces obscured by darkness, watching with an air of silent anticipation.
