Video - Whispers of the Marionettes: A Haunting Dance in the Fog

In the hushed solitude of the abandoned shipping yard, fog slithered among the rusted crates. Lila's footsteps echoed, a desperate rhythm as she searched for the source of the whispers. Shadows stretched, clawing at her sanity. She stumbled upon a crate, its lid ajar, revealing a tangle of limp marionettes. Their glass eyes glinted malevolently, and the whispers crescendoed into a cacophony. The puppets moved, strings twitching to life with a sinister purpose. Lila's scream was swallowed by the fog as strings snaked around her limbs, pulling her into their wooden dance—a puppet under the moon’s grim gaze.