Whispers of the Forgotten

In the twilight of a haunted graveyard, shadows dance like forgotten memories. The air, thick with the scent of decay, whispers secrets of the past, while pumpkins glow ominously, their grins a mockery of life's sweetness. Each gravestone stands like a silent sentinel, guarding tales lost to time.

In the twilight of a haunted graveyard, shadows dance like forgotten memories. The air, thick with the scent of decay, whispers secrets of the past, while pumpkins glow ominously, their grins a mockery of life's sweetness. Each gravestone stands like a silent sentinel, guarding tales lost to time.