It was a silent afternoon, hours before sunset, the streets looked abandoned as Ash approached the village. He walked across the first street, there were four houses built with wood and the roofs were covered with branches of palm. He couldn't believe his eyes, the first hut he passed by, looked like it was evacuated days ago, but he sensed that was a sudden evacuation. The door was left open, the utensils were on the floor when he entered the house. Everything inside was either wood or stone, carved with perfection.

The daylight started to fade, few minutes before the sunset, Ash walked across the village and noticed that the entire village was vacant. He was annoyed by the thoughts that were raising in his...