In Basilicata, on the night before Epiphany, the Cucibocca walks the streets: disguised beyond recognition behind orange-peel spectacles, a thick white beard, and a wide straw hat once cut from hemp discs used in olive mills. Wrapped in a dark old coat, he drags a broken chain across the cobblestones, a lantern flame in a basket, his rattle demanding silence and an offering.
Children, drawn in but frightened, run home to bed early, so the Befana can fill their stockings with toys and sweets. As night deepens, the Cucibocca vanish into the dark, and the traditional "nine bites" are eaten, marking the end of Christmas feasting before Lent's fast.
Some say the procession echoes something older: souls freed from Purgatory for one night, walking back to the homes they once lived in, asking only for silence and a little water to ease their burning.
This piece imagines Cucibocca emerging from that darkness, eyes burning like embers, lanterns lighting their way through one of the year's most mysterious nights.
Frames generated with AI, individually reworked by hand in GabUI, then composited into the final loop in Photoshop. GIF size: 1920x1920 pixels.