Twisted vines cover crumbling buildings. Shards of glass jut out of empty windows. The wind whips up a cloud of dust. Could someone—or something—be living in this eerie town forgotten by time?
Twisted vines cover crumbling buildings. Shards of glass jut out of empty windows. The wind whips up a cloud of dust. Could someone—or something—be living in this eerie town forgotten by time?