Prompt:
A lone, shrouded figure, draped in tattered, hooded robes, stands on the weathered deck of a centuries-old ghost ship, surrounded by frayed, wind-whipped sails and the flickering, orange glow of lanterns, as the mournful whispers of restless spirits and the haunting echo of distant voices conjure an unsettling atmosphere. Bare feet, pale and spectral, rest on worn, wooden planks, adorned with rusty, iron nails, as the figure discovers an ancient, worn leather journal, bound in black, cracked leather, adorned with cryptic, alchemical symbols and strange, arcane notes, hinting at a dark, long-forgotten secret hidden within the ship's decaying hull. Ethereal wisps of ghostly apparitions, like diaphanous mist, escape the journal, swirling around the figure in a maddening, double-exposure dance, as if conjured by the whispers of the damned, in a style reminiscent of Zdzisław Beksiński's haunting, atmospheric landscapes. In the distance, a foreboding lighthouse, its stone walls cracked and worn, rises, its peak shrouded in a turbulent, storm-tossed sea, where the silhouette of a ghostly keeper, gaunt and spectral, stands watch, transfixed by the treacherous waters, as if inspired by the dark, biomechanical quality of H.R. Giger's nightmarish visions. Fog creeps up the lighthouse's base, carrying the faint, mournful whispers of restless spirits, as moonbeams, pale and silver, filter through the twisted, nightmarish foliage, casting macabre shadows of spectral figures on the ground below, evoking the eerie, moonlit landscapes of Caspar David Friedrich's most haunting works.