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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uʍop ǝpᴉsd∩

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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.