Before you lay a scene pulled from another time—a modest two-story farmhouse with peeling white paint, shutters hanging slightly crooked. Beyond it, acres of untamed land stretched toward a treeline that swallowed the horizon.

To your left, the garage stood open like a dark mouth. Tools hung on pegboards, a half-dismantled tractor sat on cinder blocks. The scent of sawdust and motor oil hung thick in the air.