In darkness lurks death

Away from any road, far from the order of the world, lies a settlement of nineteen houses. Nineteen families who have left the light of civilization behind - out of a longing for peace, control, perhaps even redemption. What they found was something else: a state in which darkness is not the opposite of light, but its own breathing presence.
Here the night is not a veil, but a hunter.
As Daniel and Phillip go about their everyday lives between smokers, rituals and a strict sense of time, they suspect that their routines do not serve life, but something else. Something that wants to be fed. The closed courtyard, the black stove, the sweet smoke - everything seems to be part of a larger context that no one openly expresses. The women Lilith and Hekate watch over processes and boundaries, especially over that one border that must never be crossed: the sunset.
Because as soon as the light fades, the land changes. The forest begins to listen. Paths lose their memory. Silence becomes heavy and meaningful. Those who stay too long are not persecuted - they are expected.
With every night, the certainty grows that this community does not exist by chance. That victims are part of the order. And that the darkness does not come from the outside, but from the decisions that were once made here voluntarily.