Siren Head: The Forest Echo

Deep within the ancient pines, where the fog never lifts, a legend stirs

in the dark. A towering figure emerges, its skeletal frame reaching higher than

the oldest trees in the forest. Its body is a nightmare of stretched,

leathery skin over rusted metal bones and cold iron. Where a head should be,

two massive sirens rotate slowly, searching for a sign of life. Faint red lights

pulse within the bells, flickering like the heartbeat of a forgotten machine.

Old power lines sway in the freezing wind, humming a melody of static and

broken signals. Then, a low siren wails, a distorted sound