Kunekune (くねくね)

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Kunekune (くねくね) 

A Japanese urban legend about a twisting, white, wiggly entity seen in fields or distant landscapes. Staring at it closely or trying to understand the concept of it allegedly drives people insane or causes them to vanish.  

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