A rusted, dented metal sign hangs tenuously from a crooked pole, its edges jagged and biting against the relentless wind. The once vivid paint is peeled and faded, revealing layers of neglect, yet still the bold letters endure, stark and defiant: "Desolate Grounds". A thin layer of grime obscures parts of the message, as creeping vines wrap insidiously around its frame, whispering tales of forgotten times. Beneath the ominous words, a faded symbol hints at danger, discouraging any who dare to trespass into this eerie realm of echoes and silence.