In Nagoro, Japan, Tsukimi Ayano is replacing humans with life-sized, hand-sewn dolls. Population: 27 people, 350 eerie figures. As her village emptied—people left, died, or vanished—she filled the void with straw and cloth. It started with her dad, then neighbors, then classmates lost to time. Now, rag-filled students sit in a classroom, waiting for a teacher made of scraps. They fish, linger at bus stops, crowd porches like it’s 1996. Their painted eyes track you, some seeming to shift. Each has a name, a story, a purpose—tributes to the gone or placeholders for the living. Nagoro isn’t haunted; it’s preserved, a stitched-up memory of rural life. Tsukimi keeps sewing, filling spaces left by loss. Haunting or heartfelt? You decide. #Nagoro #DollVillage