Deep in the winter woods as the moon passes behind a thin veil of cloud., All images by Filmmaker
The macabre and surreal shall rejoice here. For it is the hour before light breaks the horizon that we are slaves of the ethereal and mystical forms that use the cloak of a midnight mist to conceal their travels. Who you ask? Elements and beings we have yet to neither imagine nor encounter on pathways that only exist for those who dare to venture into the dark. They are out there… Seek not the truth, for it will only awaken a primal knowledge that is best left in the cellar of the subconscious… it must only be a dream….correct?
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