A rusted, bullet-riddled sign stands half-tilted, barely supported by its corroded metal post. The once-vibrant paint is now faded and peeling, revealing layers of neglect. "Desolate Grounds" is scrawled across it in jagged, weather-beaten letters, barely legible amidst the grime and vine tendrils that claw at its edges. The eerie silence around the sign amplifies its forlorn warning, whispering tales of a forgotten world.