The gardens of Havenwood Manor are a haunting blend of beauty and decay, where once-majestic hedges now twist and gnarl like the fingers of the dead, and once-vibrant flowers wilt and wither in the shadows. Overgrown and unkempt, the gardens are a labyrinth of tangled vines and twisted pathways, where the air is heavy with the scent of decay and the echoes of forgotten laughter linger in the stillness. Amidst the crumbling statues and weathered fountains, the sound of rustling leaves and distant whispers hint at the presence of unseen forces lurking just beyond the edge of perception. Despite their eerie allure, the gardens of Havenwood Manor are a place of darkness and dread, where beauty fades and nightmares take root