A Cheshire cat smile floating eerily in the air, glowing faintly above an old, flickering neon sign that reads "Depression, " the letters crooked and barely holding on, casting a sickly neon light. The motel below is dilapidated and abandoned, its walls crumbling, windows broken, and red flat roof sagging under years of neglect. Around the motel is a desolate parking lot with cracked, faded asphalt, scattered debris, and rusted, decaying cars, frozen in time. Tumbleweeds roll lazily across the lot, adding to the stillness. The atmosphere is thick with a sense of abandonment, isolation, and unease. The horizon is blurred, as if reality itself is thinning out, adding a liminal, dreamlike quality to the scene. Dim, overcast sky, casting cold, muted light, heightening the eerie, surreal feeling of the place. The Cheshire smile remains, almost mocking, a symbol of madness and despair hovering in the surreal, forgotten landscape