I fell into another nightmare.

I saw the villagers one by one falling into madness.

Walking and falling into the lake, being dragged by something and drowned.

Slipping and falling while climbing a mountain, tumbling down the cliff and dying.

Fighting while farming, having their heads cut off by sickles.

Quarreling over trivial matters at home, hanging themselves.

Going to the well to fetch water, falling into the well.

Mixing cement while building a house, their face getting stuck in the mud and suffocating to death.

In every scene of death, I saw the figure of a human skin doll.

Without exception, every dead villager was eventually skinned, leaving only a pile of rotten flesh, with maggots breeding inside, growing more and more, wriggling densely.

Later, this place became an abandoned village.

And then, this place became a new development area in the western suburbs.