Prompt: Emerging from the heart of the night, the Wendigo, a creature of nightmares and myth, lurks in the impenetrable darkness. Its form is a grotesque display of death and decay, with bones jutting out against its pallid, ash-gray skin, as if attempting to escape their fleshy prison. Its eyes, sunken deep within their sockets, mirror the cold, lifeless void of the grave. The Wendigo, a gaunt specter more skeleton than creature, appears as though it has been freshly exhumed from its eternal rest. It is a chilling embodiment of dread, its presence an uncanny whisper in the dark, forever lurking, forever waiting. Its very existence is a terrifying testament to the sinister tales that birthed it.