In the silent embrace of an endless fog, they walk—shapes neither human nor beast, but something far older. The Dark Procession is a haunting short film that follows a group of grotesque, otherworldly beings as they march through a desolate mountain path, their twisted forms illuminated only by the faint glow of dying lanterns and the pale light of a hidden moon.
Their heads are hollow shells—antlered skulls, rusted cages, flickering orbs—each more unsettling than the last. Their bodies, stitched together from forgotten things—bone, root, and rusted metal—shudder with every step. The trees themselves seem to recoil as they pass, their gnarled branches twisting in silent agony.
Is this a funeral march for a forgotten god? A warning from a world beyond ours? Or are they simply lost, forever wandering the mist-shrouded paths between reality and nightmare?
🔺 Turn down the lights, put on headphones, and step into the fog. You may not return the same.
Their heads are hollow shells—antlered skulls, rusted cages, flickering orbs—each more unsettling than the last. Their bodies, stitched together from forgotten things—bone, root, and rusted metal—shudder with every step. The trees themselves seem to recoil as they pass, their gnarled branches twisting in silent agony.
Is this a funeral march for a forgotten god? A warning from a world beyond ours? Or are they simply lost, forever wandering the mist-shrouded paths between reality and nightmare?
🔺 Turn down the lights, put on headphones, and step into the fog. You may not return the same.
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00:00It begins without warning, a stirring in the air, a chill that seeps into your bones before you even see them.
00:09They rise from the shadows themselves, ancient and eternal, carrying whispers older than time.
00:18This is not just a procession, it's a summons.
00:23And once their lanterns pierce the veil of your world, there's no turning back.
00:30This is not just a procession, it's a procession, it's a procession.