**Image Prompt**: "In a dimly lit attic, Sarah stands on the wooden floor, eyes wide with fear and desperation, as she clutches her hands together in a prayer-like pose. Her face is pale, her brows furrowed in anguish, and her mouth slightly open as she pleads for her daughter’s life, recalling the chilling warning from the journal. She wears a worn, faded sweater and loose jeans, her hair disheveled from a long night of terror. Behind her, her daughter Lily remains motionless, her glazed eyes staring blankly ahead while clutching the porcelain doll Clara tightly. The attic is filled with shadows, the only light coming from a single flickering bulb overhead, casting eerie, distorted shadows on the walls. The air is thick with tension, and the doll’s eerie presence looms as Sarah’s face shows the raw, emotional desperation of a mother willing to sacrifice anything to save her child."