In New Mexico, the desert breathes with ancient sorrow, and the mountains hold secrets too old for memory. Ghost stories cling to every crumbling pueblo and dusty trail — whispers of La Llorona weeping by the riverbanks, of skinwalkers stalking the mesas, of gold buried deep in cursed canyons where no man returns whole.
The nights here stretch long and strange, filled with stars that seem to watch and move, and skies that crack open with lights no one can explain. The land hums with old magic — Spanish ruins, Native spirits, and silent, broken towns sinking into the sand. In New Mexico, beauty and terror live side by side, and those who stray too far into the desert sometimes find more than ghost stories waiting for them… and some are never seen again.