Twilight was coming on, and so was a storm. In the eerie light beneath the clouds, even the thoroughly modern houses along the road looked as ancient and as sinister as the weathered Pictish stone that stood a hundred feet away, guarding the crossroads it had marked for a thousand years. It seemed a good night to be inside with the shutters fastened.
As twilight set in, a storm was approaching, creating an ominous atmosphere. The modern houses lining the road appeared aged and foreboding under the dim lighting, resembling the ancient Pictish stone nearby that had overlooked the crossroads for centuries. The scene evoked a sense of unease and anticipation as night fell.
Given the storm's impending arrival and the unsettling ambiance, it felt like a night best spent indoors, securely behind closed...