In the depths of a fog-cloaked city, a nightmarish procession emerges from the shadows. Towering figures drift through the neon-lit haze, their grotesque forms blurring the line between human, beast, and botanical anomaly. Their heads—some twisted branches, others glowing orbs or mechanical constructs—pulse with an unnatural energy, illuminating the silent march. Multi-headed and faceless, they move in perfect synchronization, an eerie symphony of distorted limbs and exaggerated physiques. The towering cityscape looms above them, its neon signs flickering like dying stars in the void. This is a parade of the forsaken—beings that once were, now lost to the fabric of an unraveling reality.
