A rustic house in the remote countryside of Brazil, bathed in the fading light o
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A rustic house in the remote countryside of Brazil, bathed in the fading light of dusk. The sky is a deep, ominous orange, transitioning into a dark, starless night. The house is old, with weathered wooden walls, a red-tiled roof, and overgrown vegetation encroaching on the property. The surrounding area is dense with thick, shadowy trees that cast long, twisted shadows across the ground. In front of the house, a couple stands near their moving truck, looking at their new home with a mix of excitement and unease. The scene is unsettling, with the wind howling through the trees and the faint sound of creaking wood coming from the house. The windows of the house seem to stare back at them, dark and hollow, as if hiding a sinister presence. The atmosphere is heavy, filled with the sense that something isn't quite right, and the couple’s new beginning feels more like the start of a terrifying journey
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A rustic house in the remote countryside of Brazil, bathed in the fading light of dusk. The sky is a deep, ominous orange, transitioning into a dark, starless night. The house is old, with weathered wooden walls, a red-tiled roof, and overgrown vegetation encroaching on the property. The surrounding area is dense with thick, shadowy trees that cast long, twisted shadows across the ground.
In front of the house, a couple stands near their moving truck, looking at their new home with a mix of excitement and unease. The scene is unsettling, with the wind howling through the trees and the faint sound of creaking wood coming from the house. The windows of the house seem to stare back at them, dark and hollow, as if hiding a sinister presence. The atmosphere is heavy, filled with the sense that something isn't quite right, and the couple’s new beginning feels more like the start of a terrifying journey
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