**The farmhouse stands as an ancient relic, its timeworn facade revealing a history etched in peeling paint and rusted metal, its windows like the eyes of a soul trapped in an endless struggle. Within its walls, a labyrinth of memories unfolds, with each timeworn artifact whispering tales of a world that once was. Shadows cling to every corner, weaving an intimate atmosphere that stands in stark contrast to the sterile, unfeeling environments that lie beyond. --v 5.1 --s 250** - <@365359765674786819> (Open on website for full quality) (fast)