Beneath the shroud of night, where moonlight falters and the air grows heavy with foreboding, there marches a solemn gathering—The Dark Procession . Cloaked figures move silently through mist-laden streets, their faces obscured by hoods that seem to drink the light itself. Lanterns flicker weakly at their sides, casting eerie silhouettes upon ancient cobblestones as they follow an unseen call.br br This is no ordinary parade; it is a grim convergence of souls bound by secrets too dark to speak aloud. Some say they carry the weight of sins unspoken, while others whisper of pacts sealed with forces beyond comprehension. Each step echoes like a heartbeat, steady yet haunting, drawing those who dare to watch closer to the edge of madness.br br Join this spectral journey if you dare—but beware, for once you catch sight of The Dark Procession , you may find yourself unable to look away... or escape its pull.