Video - Whispers of the Cursed Carousel

A dense mist cloaked the abandoned amusement park as Elara wandered deeper, drawn by a distant melody. The carousel stood eerily still, its horses frozen mid-gallop, eyes gleaming with an unnatural life. She reached out, and icy whispers snaked through her mind, revealing twisted memories of laughter and screams. The melody intensified, a symphony of sorrow, as the carousel lurched to life, spinning wildly. Elara's reflection in their mirrored eyes showed her own face aging rapidly. Panic surged as she realized the truth—she was the newest captive in the carousel's cursed cycle, destined to ride eternally amid spectral echoes.