Axe

sketchfab

The room was shrouded in darkness, its features obscured by a thick layer of shadows. The air was heavy with an unsettling silence, as if time itself had been frozen in this place. Every sound seemed amplified, the creaking of the old wooden floorboards echoing through the space like a mournful sigh. The walls loomed above, their presence both oppressive and intimidating. In this eerie atmosphere, it was impossible to shake the feeling that one was being watched, that unseen eyes were trained on every move. Despite its imposing appearance, however, the room seemed to exude an aura of vulnerability, as if it was waiting for something - or someone - to come along and disturb its stagnant tranquility.