Welcome to the Village

Nighttime. A man arrives at a remote, eerie village shrouded in mist.

Dim streetlights flicker. He’s waiting for an office cab to pick him up.

He’s new, looking around nervously while holding his phone. As he explores,

something warm drips onto his shoulder. He wipes it — it’s blood. He slowly looks

up: a towering coconut tree looms, and from its branches hang beheaded heads, swaying gently.

His eyes widen in terror. He blinks — suddenly the tree is normal again.

The blood on his shoulder is gone. Shaking, he calls the cab driver.

The signal distorts; the voice is unclear. Driver asks: “Have you reached the village pickup point?”