Sheikh Korashanee

metaphorical, allegorical tale that blends horror and regional folklore

If suddenly, from one day to the next, we could no longer see our reflections—never again seeing our own eyes, nose, face, or ourselves—what would it be like?

Village men are disappearing. What does the local "witch" know, and what spells might she be casting?

I have seen a leader’s joys and sorrows, what matters and what doesn’t, the shades of black and white—yet I lose my place, just because I am considered old. Perhaps loyalty doesn’t always have a price.

Tea has been used since ancient times to help keep away the unpleasant odor of a dead body—but how much tea would be needed for each corpse? Just the right amount.

metaphorical, allegorical tale that blends horror and regional folklore

If suddenly, from one day to the next, we could no longer see our reflections—never again seeing our own eyes, nose, face, or ourselves—what would it be like?

If suddenly, from one day to the next, we could no longer see our reflections—never again seeing our own eyes, nose, face, or ourselves—what would it be like?

Village men are disappearing. What does the local "witch" know, and what spells might she be casting?

I have seen a leader’s joys and sorrows, what matters and what doesn’t, the shades of black and white—yet I lose my place, just because I am considered old. Perhaps loyalty doesn’t always have a price.

Tea has been used since ancient times to help keep away the unpleasant odor of a dead body—but how much tea would be needed for each corpse? Just the right amount.

Tea has been used since ancient times to help keep away the unpleasant odor of a dead body—but how much tea would be needed for each corpse? Just the right amount.