imagine a weathered wooden rocking chair sitting on the porch of a secluded cabin deep within a misty forest. The chair is empty, gently swa...

imagine a weathered wooden rocking chair sitting on the porch of a secluded cabin deep within a misty forest. The chair is empty, gently swaying back and forth as if occupied by an unseen presence. The surrounding trees are ancient and gnarled, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers. The scene ...