The Pale Procession

A family of skeletal, faceless beings advances in a silent procession—a father with bat-like wings, a mother with an elongated, cracked neck, and children with hollow, black eyes. They are accompanied by a horse with an exposed skull, as if Death itself were their mount. This image depicts a family long lost between the worlds of the living and the dead, with orange flames licking at their feet—the only trace of warmth remaining from their humanity.