Video - Whispers of the Blood Moon: The Greenhouse of Shadows

Beneath a blood-red moon, Clara stepped into the deserted greenhouse, its glass walls cloaked in ivy like the tangled hair of a forgotten witch. The air was thick with decay, the scent of withered roses suffocating her senses. She froze as a rustling echoed from the shadows, a sound that pierced her bones. Emerging from the gloom, a mass of writhing vines crept toward her, their thorns glistening with a venomous sheen. In a horrified trance, she realized the vines pulsed with a heartbeat, each throb echoing her own. As they coiled around her, the greenhouse devoured her screams.