Silently, on tiptoe, quietly, within their universe, I feel observed. [A] mutual understanding allows my presence in their world, unreal world populated by entities created in the dense forests of the shadow of centuries-old trees, including ancient rocks.

Each with their own story to tell, so many stories and characters to be read into the deep rough textures of their faces expressions sometimes impenetrable. now these new friends talk to me, tell, will I capture the soul, the subconscious sometimes scolds me, I’m a thief, I would like to bring them back their freedom. But I know that their imprisonment lasted very little, I will donate their new life.

I keep seeing the faces carved upon the heart trees from George R. R. Martin‘s Song of Ice and Fire (Game of Thrones on HBO) when I see these.

That, or something deliciously dark that will probably bite quite hard if one were to try to pet it. The prudent should consider themselves warned.

Via Elido Turkish (Gigi) on flickr, wherein one can find many (many) more of these entities.
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