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A 13-second POV horror sequence set in a desolate, abandoned institutional hallway with grimy, peeling walls covered in faded graffiti. The scene is shot through a fisheye lens, lit only by a stuttering, weak flashlight beam. In the center of the corridor, a weathered wooden rocking horse with chipped white paint sits alone. Suddenly, it begins to rock—slowly at first, then with violent, bone-creaking intensity, its hollow thuds echoing against the concrete. After a rapid jump-cut through total darkness, the flashlight flickers back on to reveal the entire hallway now packed with dozens of identical rocking horses, all perfectly aligned and swaying in a sinister, synchronized rhythm. The collective sound of wood hitting the floor creates a deafening, heartbeat-like roar. The sequence ends with a visceral jump scare: a giant, distorted wooden mask with a maniacal, carved grin and viscous black liquid pouring from its hollow eye sockets lunges directly into the lens, its face filling the frame as the audio peaks into a distorted screech.