There is an ancient village deep in the mountain forest called Doll Village. There is a custom that has been practiced for thousands of years in the doll village. That is: people cannot leave the village after death, and dolls live together. The village shaman seals the soul in the doll to accompany the living forever. But no one knows how the souls imprisoned in these dolls are gradually changing.
Witchcraft is always performed at midnight.
A huge locust tree is covered with incomplete and broken dolls. The dolls have their own expressions, some are sad, some are full of hatred. Some are sad, some are desperate. The half-dark, half-bright locust poplar tree seems to be a carrier of no emotion, a soul that has endured for thousands of years.
The village shaman's beautiful face was covered with broken cracks, like broken porcelain being put back together again.
The black whirlpool tightly surrounded the village witch, and in the darkness, a faceless doll was born in the hands of the village witch...