Wicker Jaw — Field Scarecrow Awakening

An 8-second slow-dread time-lapse, 16:9. A locked-off camera watches a wheat field's scarecrow at dusk — its head turning a fraction each frame until it faces the lens, and by dawn, it's gone. 0-3s: the time-lapse opens on the wheat field at dusk — the camera locked on the scarecrow: burlap head, stitched smile, arms of bound straw cruciform against the orange sky. Frame by frame the light dies — and the scarecrow's head turns. A fraction per frame, barely perceptible, but by full dark it faces the camera dead-on. 3-6s: the time-lapse continues into night — stars wheeling overhead, the field silver-black. The scarecrow is closer in every frame, though it never moves between them: twenty yards, ten, five. Its stitched smile has torn open into a real mouth, wicker splinters for teeth. The wheat bends around it though no wind blows. 6-8s: the final frames, shot at grey dawn — the field is empty. The scarecrow is gone, its post standing bare, the crossbar empty. But in the wheat at the frame's edge, a burlap shoulder is visible — very close to the lens, out of focus, still. Craft: the scarecrow — burlap head, stitched then torn smile, wicker-splinter teeth, bound-straw arms; the wheat field; the bare post; the burlap shoulder at the frame's edge. Camera: locked-off time-lapse, no camera movement, exposure ramping from dusk orange through starfield to grey dawn. Lighting: dusk orange dying to starfield black, then grey dawn; the scarecrow silhouetted, then looming. Mood: slow, inescapable approach. Style: locked-off time-lapse horror, exposure ramping, 8 seconds, 16:9.