Chinese Hat

Chinese Hat by Filmmaker Denis Carbone

The straw hat sat lightly on the table, but the wind carried a different truth.

“This is not a hat,” an old woman whispered as she passed.

She reached up, fingers tracing the woven fibers—only to feel them shift, twitch, breathe. The straw unraveled, stretching into thin, golden limbs. Tiny wings fluttered where the brim had been.

With a rustling sigh, the hat leaped from the table and scurried into the tall grass, vanishing like a memory you were never meant to have.

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The Chase

The Chase

In a scorching Vietnamese city, an adventurous motorcyclist finds herself entangled in a high-stakes pursuit after unknowingly stumbling upon a hidden artifact sought by a powerful criminal organization. Racing through narrow alleys, bustling markets, and breathtaking landscapes, she must evade her relentless pursuers while unraveling the artifact’s ancient secrets to prevent it from falling into the wrong hands and unleashing chaos upon the world.

Nobody lives in Sapa

Nobody lives in Sapa

Sapa, Vietnam, is a town entirely populated by mischievous mountain goats who have formed a secret society and successfully conspired to keep humans away. They disguise themselves as locals, wearing traditional clothing and mimicking human behavior, all while making sure no one discovers their true identities. As a result, humans mistakenly believe that Sapa is an abandoned town and choose to steer clear of the area, unknowingly falling victim to the goats’ clever plan.

The last Geisha in Vietnam

The last Geisha in Vietnam

In the enchanting land of Vietnam, where the traditions of the geisha were not native, there lived a remarkable woman named Linh. Born to a humble family, she defied societal expectations and devoted her life to mastering the arts of the geisha. Despite facing numerous challenges, Linh became the only native geisha in Vietnam, mesmerizing all who witnessed her grace and elegance. As her final days approached, Linh climbed the stairs to heaven, a symbolic ascent to embrace the eternal realm, bidding farewell to this world with the poise and dignity that defined her extraordinary existence.

Yummy Restaurant

Yummy Restaurant

Upon entering “Yummy Restaurant,” the laws of logic appeared to unravel. The waiter, dressed in a tuxedo made of live eels, welcomed me with a grin that revealed a set of carnivorous teeth. The menu, written in a language unknown to mankind, presented dishes with names like “Existential Enigma” and “Metaphysical Morsel.” As I attempted to savor the first bite, my spoon transformed into a wriggling millipede, leaving me pondering the true meaning of gastronomic absurdity.

Skytrees in Singapore

Skytrees in Singapore

These are the infamous natural Skytrees of Singapore. They were first discovered in 1789 by the thai immigrant and paranormal scientist Kok Poh. Back then some Skytrees even grew up to be more than 350 meters high. (Higher than the Eiffel tower!)
Kok Poh not only spotted the giant trees first, but also fought the government of Malasia until her death in 1850, to not have them petrified. Obviously Kok Poh lost the fight, but thanks the the petrification process we can enjoy the view of the Skytrees and they shall remain in our hearts forever.