Imagine walking through a graveyard on a dark and stormy night. The wind is howling, and the trees are creaking. You can't help but feel a chill run down your spine as you wander past the R.I.P. stones, each one telling a story of someone who lived and loved.
The trees in this graveyard are unlike any others. Their branches twist and turn, like skeletal fingers reaching out to grab you. The leaves rustle and whisper secrets to each other, making you wonder what they're saying.
Each R.I.P. stone is unique, with its own special message. Some are old and worn, while others are new and shiny. They all have one thing in common, though: they mark the final resting place of someone who lived and loved.