ᎤᎵᏏᏂᏕᏅ, ᏧᏯᎷᎦ ᏚᎾᎧᏛ ᎠᏂᏲᎯᏍᏗᏍᎪ ᎤᎾᏗᏍᎦᏢ ᏃᎴ ᏕᎫᎧᏃ, ᏗᎾᏓᏂᎸᎩ ᏃᎴ ᎡᏍᎦ ᎢᏯᎾᏛᏁ, ᎤᏂᏁᏙᎸ.
Near dusk, the faces in tree bark cease hiding and stare out at you, the welcoming ones and also the malevolent, open in their curiosity.