Rusted 70s Fridge: Old refrigerator, 1970s, rusted edges, peeling avocado green paint, dented metal, scratched chrome handles, faded textured surface, tarnished logo, thick dust, mid-century modern, worn-out appliance, retro decay, dimly lit, nostalgic

Weathered stone graveyard statue, cracked and moss-covered. Angel with broken wings, eyes hollow and face eroded by time. Hands clasped in prayer, robe tattered and draped in vines. Base chipped, names unreadable. A crow rests on the shoulder, adding eerie contrast. Marble faded to gray

Vintage Radio: retro 1950s aesthetics , gloss back and sides , clean gloss top and bottom on the front 2 knobs and screen round buttons

Rusted 70s Fridge: Old refrigerator, 1970s, rusted edges, peeling avocado green paint, dented metal, scratched chrome handles, faded textured surface, tarnished logo, thick dust, mid-century modern, worn-out appliance, retro decay, dimly lit, nostalgic

A shadowy being with a semi-transparent body, constantly shifting between solid and mist-like states. Its hands stretch unnaturally long, fingers sharp like talons. It hovers silently, watching, its form flickering in and out of focus. Its core glows faintly with an eerie, unholy light. Game-ready, subtle transparency effects, and otherworldly ambiance.

A vintage metal toy airplane, its silver surface tarnished and covered in scratches. The propeller spins on its own without wind, and the tiny painted-on windows seem to shift slightly, as if something inside were moving. The wheels leave faint trails of blood on any surface it’s placed on, but only for a few seconds before they fade. If thrown into the air, it hovers briefly before dropping, as if resisting gravity.

A ceremonial dagger with a gleaming ruby embedded in its silver hilt. The blade is smooth, blackened steel with faint, gold-inscribed symbols running down its length. The handle is wrapped in deep red leather, soft but firm. Despite its metallic sheen, the blade never reflects the full image of its surroundings—only vague, distorted shapes. The ruby glows faintly in the dark, as if absorbing the surrounding light instead of reflecting it.

An old, rusted jack-in-the-box, its tin body dented and covered in peeling circus designs. The handle grinds loudly when turned, playing a distorted lullaby. When it pops open, a grotesque puppet with oversized eyes and an impossibly wide grin springs out, its fabric-covered hands reaching forward unnaturally. Its head slowly tilts, watching whoever opened it.

A vintage wooden rocking horse, its once-white paint faded and chipped, revealing dark wood beneath. The carved eyes are deep, hollow sockets, and its mouth is slightly open, revealing tiny, unnatural wooden teeth. Faint red streaks stain the base, as if something small had bled onto it. When left alone, the horse slowly begins to rock on its own