A rusted metal sign stands amidst the overgrown landscape, its edges jagged and worn from years of neglect. Faded letters spell out "Derelict Grounds" in cracked paint, the words barely visible beneath layers of dirt and grime. Vines creep along the post, and the occasional gust of wind adds an eerie whistle to the desolate surroundings. The sign sways slightly, as if whispering tales of forgotten days to the barren wasteland around it.