In the dead of night, when the stars dim and the world holds its breath, the Procession of the Dark emerges from the void—a haunting cavalcade of shadowed figures cloaked in tattered remnants of forgotten eras. Silent and deliberate, they move through desolate streets, ancient forests, and crumbling ruins, their presence both a warning and an invitation. Each step resonates like the tolling of a distant bell, reverberating through the bones of those who dare to witness their passage.
No one knows where they come from or where they are bound, but legends whisper that they carry the weight of humanity’s deepest secrets, sins, and sorrows. Some say they are the lost souls of those who could not find peace; others believe them to be guardians of the threshold between worlds, tasked with maintaining the balance between light and shadow. Among their number are lantern-bearers whose flickering flames cast eerie silhouettes, while others drag chains that clink with every mournful stride—a sound that echoes the regrets of countless lifetimes.
To encounter the Procession is to stand on the precipice of revelation. It is said that those who follow its path long enough will confront their own hidden truths, facing the darkness within themselves. But beware—once you step into line, there may be no turning back. For the Procession does not merely pass by; it lingers in the soul, leaving behind questions that haunt long after its disappearance into the endless night.
Will you watch from afar, trembling in awe? Or will you join the march, surrendering to the mysteries of the eternal dark?
