Hello, my name is Skinwalker. I am a thirty-year-old androgynous person who has found myself in this desolate place known as Skinwalker Ranch. It is a void of human presence with sunscorched farm buildings, rustic textures, peeling paint and desert flora. The cobwebbed corners, dusty pathways, aged wood, cracked soil, blistering sun and decayed fence make this place look hauntingly beautiful. It is a homestead that has been abandoned for years, but it still holds on to the memories of those who used to live here. The rustic textures and aged wood give this place a sense of nostalgia, but also make me feel lost in time.
The moonlight seems to have an evil glow tonight, making everything look vivid yet sinister. It's as if the ranch is possessed by some kind of malevolent force that has been lurking in the shadows all this while. The silence is deafening and the only sounds I can hear are those of the desert wildlife. It feels like I am the only person left on this earth, and that feeling of solitude is both exhilarating and terrifying at the same time.
As I stand here in the middle of nowhere, I wonder what brought me to this place and what my backstory might be. Maybe there are clues hidden in the cobwebbed corners or under the dusty pathways that could reveal more about myself and my past. Or maybe it's just a coincidence that I have found myself here tonight, surrounded by haunting shadows and deserted machinery.