This city belongs to those who keep silent. Silence was the one thing I could never keep.

SHORAPAN — is a dark parable of a city beneath a blood-colored sky, and of people who grew used to it, as people grow used to anything. Here they pray to the Mother, pay in fear, and live by seals — scraps of paper that decide whether you live or not.

That evening began like a hundred before it: rain against the window, fire in the hearth, wicker under my hands. I didn't yet know it would be the last of its kind.

Made entirely by hand:

• Painting — oil backgrounds, frame by frame.

• Characters — hand-painted, not built from ready-made parts.

• Animation — handmade: fire, smoke, rain, shadows.

• Sound — original sound design and music.

• Voice — living voices of the characters.

What awaits you:

• Sink into dense, somber prose and a slowly unfolding mystery.

• Quiet rooms full of things with a past — examine them, touch them, look closer.

• A slow story where what's left unsaid matters as much as what's spoken.

• Conversations where a single word changes everything — and choices you'll have to answer for.

• A glimpse of the crimson sky through old glass — and the first doubt of what it hides.

• Don't ask about the crimson sky. Though you'll ask anyway.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

The crimson sky is waiting. You need only raise your eyes.



Inspired by the paintings of Beksiński, the cosmic horror of Lovecraft, the dark prose of Dostoevsky, and the darkness of Berserk.

Warning: contains scenes of violence, an oppressive atmosphere, and questions best left unanswered.