In the Red Realm, a hushed symphony of scarlet envelops the visitor. Silent structures rise like ominous sentinels, their demonic architecture casting long shadows in the crimson glow. Mother's telepathic whispers resonate in the air, while Father, stoic and faceless, watches with an emotionless gaze. Mr Owl, a silent observer with an owl's visage, speaks in a haunting British accent. Amidst this spectral tapestry, an uncanny dance of darkness and red unfolds.