The video began inside a car, filming the road outside the window. Sturdy trees lined both sides of the road. Dappled sunlight fell on the ground and the hood of the car beneath the leafy canopy. The car followed the road around a bend and drove on for a while, until a small side road came into view.
The side road was bare, as if people had trampled it into existence. It was wide enough for a car, but weeds and other plants crowded its edges.
The car slowed and turned onto the side road. After driving for a while, the road gradually widened, and flat land and abandoned houses came into view. The dense vegetation thinned, revealing a deserted village. The wooden houses had rotted and grown old. There was also a well, a mill, and other structures rarely seen in modern rural villages. Dust swirled through the air, and birdsong rang out, clear and sweet, though it came from somewhere very, very far away.
The car looped halfway around the village, then drove along a dirt road for a while. It crossed a gentle slope, and more plants came into view.
The plants were sparse. Scattered across the lawn were not wildflowers, but tombstones.
By the time the car reached this spot, a shadow had fallen over the video. The ominous atmosphere sent a chill down the spine.
The tombstones had all grown so blurry that their inscriptions were illegible, and some were broken.
No crows perched there. The place was utterly lifeless.
The grass was green, and the few trees there still bore green leaves, yet everything seemed somehow out of place.
The car crept up to a church.
It was not a typical Western church. It had no dome and lacked any grandeur. It was only