An eerie, isolated scene at a deserted gas station in the middle of nowhere. The cracked pavement of the station’s lot reflects the dim light from a single, flickering overhead bulb. In the distance, the vast expanse of the desert stretches out under a pale, full moon, the stars twinkling coldly overhead. The gas station itself is old and decrepit, with faded signs and empty shelves visible through the grimy windows.
A lone car sits parked near the pumps, its engine still running, but there is no one in the driver's seat. The air is thick with an unnatural stillness, broken only by the sound of the wind kicking up sand in the distance. A figure leans casually against one of the pumps—a tall, slender man dressed in an immaculate black suit. His face is almost too perfect, his features sharp and unnerving, and his eyes reflect the moonlight with an unnatural glint. He stands too still, like a statue, watching the empty road ahead.
In the background, the old-fashioned gas pumps begin to hum faintly, though no fuel flows through them. A strange symbol is scratched into the side of the man’s car, glowing faintly. The entire scene evokes a sense of dread and otherworldliness, as if this gas station has become a crossroads between the mundane and the supernatural, with the traveler holding knowledge of something far darker than what lies beyond the desert horizon.
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