Abandoned House

Half-swallowed by the forest, sits a rotting home that looks older than the trees themselves. Its wooden walls bow inward, sagging under the weight of silence. A rusted car, the kind no one’s driven in years, rests just outside, its metal frame half-eaten. Inside, the air smells of oil, mold, and something faintly metallic. Among the wreckage and rotted furniture lies a bizarre skull, too large for any human, too small for any Archosaur.