Blood Moon Ghoul Foggy Forest Desktop

The blue skull is the only thing here colder than your screen.

You were navigating the deepest sectors of your hard drive when the temperature dropped. This hooded figure didn't ask for permission; he simply rendered himself into the center of your workspace. He stands amidst a mist that smells like old static and burnt copper, his crimson eyes locked onto yours. The red moon behind him provides just enough light to see the drip of dark ink from his fingers. He isn't here for your data. He’s here because your monitor is the only window he can't break.