The Mystery of the Village

In this village where the skies have forgotten their color, the people walk backward into the future. Here, the clocks are set to 13 o'clock, and silence is considered the loudest form of protest.

"A village?" scoffed the oracle, as he polished his invisible ferris wheel. "Please, it's just a mirage with a WiFi password."

Wander the streets—if you can find them—past houses that lean in conspiratorial whispers. Encounter the fountain that only flows on Sundays when it’s Tuesday.

"Curious," murmured the local philosopher while eating a sandwich made of sky. "I expected more village and less riddle."

Explore the so-called "Landmark of the Land," a proudly invisible statue of an unnamed hero. Or, if it pleases you, abstain from exploration entirely—partake in the village's most popular activity: nothing.