Empanada press v0.3

sketchfab

The mysterious figure stood alone in the darkness, their presence a mere whisper in the night air. A lone silhouette against the faint moonlight, they seemed to be waiting for something - or someone. Their eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity, as if they held secrets that only the shadows knew. The wind rustled through the trees, causing the leaves to whisper secrets of their own, but the figure remained steadfast, unmoving and unblinking. It was as if time itself had frozen around them, leaving all else to wait in anticipation of their next move. And yet, despite the stillness, a sense of foreboding hung heavy in the air, like a storm cloud gathering on the horizon.