Imagine an eerie, abandoned carnival ground under a full moon. The scene is bathed in cold, bluish light, casting long, twisted shadows. In the center, a dilapidated carousel stands motionless, with its once vibrant colors now faded and peeling. The horses on the carousel have sinister expressions, with glowing, empty eyes and sharp teeth. Tattered flags flutter in the wind, and the air is thick with an unsettling silence, occasionally broken by the haunting creak of rusted metal. In the Ver mais