In the snowy wilds of Japan's Yamagata Prefecture, where winter wraps the land in an icy hush, something eerie stirs in the Zao Mountains. As the temperature drops and the storms rage, the trees on these slopes begin to transform—until they no longer look like trees at all.

You don’t just arrive at the Zone of Silence. You’re led there—by curiosity, by rumor, or by something stranger. The last gas station fades behind you. The road turns to dirt. Your phone goes silent. Then, somewhere between the dust and the heat haze, you realize you’ve entered a place that doesn’t care much for the laws of physics.