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The Screaming Tree
3D Render by bisonraviThe nightmare of leaving childhood and entering adulthood... 
Love the Muted colours of the background draws the eyes to the subjects in the perfect 1,2,3 order for me at least(girl, tree, background), and "The TAX Tree" could have easily been a good choice too! XD
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Elle naurait pas dû mettre ce manteau rouge quelle trouvait maintenant ridicule, parce quil lui rappelait ces histoires de galette et de petit pot de beurre à livrer à une grand-mère. Elle sétait arrêtée. Il y avait eu comme un long craquement, léger mais persistant ; était-il possible que le bois puisse sétirer comme ça ? Est-ce comme ça que mon corps va grandir ? se dit-elle. Maintenant, son ami imaginaire en peluche se donnait même plus la peine de lui répondre. A bien y regarder, elle voyait dans ce tronc comme un visage ancestral qui voulait lui dire quelque chose, au point de se décrocher la mâchoire ; pourtant elle navait pas peur. Cela linvitait, comme un terrier, comme une grotte au fond de laquelle se cachait quelque sagesse à venir ; mais non, se dit-elle, tu rêves, cest le doux hululement du hibou qui te berce dillusions. Elle avait bien remarqué au loin dans le ciel gris quelques rapaces indéterminés comme autant de difficultés à venir, quelle chassa aussitôt de ses pensées. La forêt était dénudée, pourtant tous ces arbres lui rappelaient tous ces poils qui commençaient à envahir son corps comme la promesse dun printemps plutôt que dun hiver. Là, elle remarqua lhumidité qui la gagnait ; était-elle toujours dans un rêve ? Elle regarda, fascinée, sa jambe où coulait un peu de rouge. Le manteau de son enfance commençait à déteindre.
She shouldn't have put on that red coat, which she now found ridiculous because it reminded her of those stories about the pancake and the little pot of butter to be delivered to a grandmother. She stopped. There was a long, faint but persistent crack; was it possible that wood could stretch like that? Is this how my body will grow? she asked herself. Now her imaginary stuffed friend didn't even bother to answer her. Looking closely, she saw in that trunk something like an ancestral face that wanted to tell her something, to the point of unhinging its jaw; yet she wasn't afraid. It invited her, like a burrow, like a cave at the bottom of which some future wisdom was hidden; but no, she told herself, you're dreaming, it's the soft hooting of the owl that lulls you with illusions. She had noticed in the distance in the gray sky a few unidentified birds of prey like so many difficulties to come, which she immediately banished from her thoughts. The forest was bare, yet all these trees reminded her of all the hairs that were beginning to invade her body like the promise of spring rather than winter. There, she noticed the dampness that was gaining on her; was she still in a dream? She looked, fascinated, at her leg where a little red was running. The coat of her childhood was beginning to fade.
She shouldn't have put on that red coat, which she now found ridiculous because it reminded her of those stories about the pancake and the little pot of butter to be delivered to a grandmother. She stopped. There was a long, faint but persistent crack; was it possible that wood could stretch like that? Is this how my body will grow? she asked herself. Now her imaginary stuffed friend didn't even bother to answer her. Looking closely, she saw in that trunk something like an ancestral face that wanted to tell her something, to the point of unhinging its jaw; yet she wasn't afraid. It invited her, like a burrow, like a cave at the bottom of which some future wisdom was hidden; but no, she told herself, you're dreaming, it's the soft hooting of the owl that lulls you with illusions. She had noticed in the distance in the gray sky a few unidentified birds of prey like so many difficulties to come, which she immediately banished from her thoughts. The forest was bare, yet all these trees reminded her of all the hairs that were beginning to invade her body like the promise of spring rather than winter. There, she noticed the dampness that was gaining on her; was she still in a dream? She looked, fascinated, at her leg where a little red was running. The coat of her childhood was beginning to fade.
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bisonravi
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Sat, May 31Merci pour cette fantastique narration !
L'idée du manteau rouge est venue de l'aspect polychromique de la scène et m'a rappelé deux scènes du film "La liste de Schindler", même s'il n'y a aucun lien entre les deux contextes.
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Thank you for this fantastic narration!
The idea for the red coat came from the polychrome aspect of the scene and reminded me of two scenes from the film "Schindler's List," even though there's no connection between the two settings.
L'idée du manteau rouge est venue de l'aspect polychromique de la scène et m'a rappelé deux scènes du film "La liste de Schindler", même s'il n'y a aucun lien entre les deux contextes.
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Thank you for this fantastic narration!
The idea for the red coat came from the polychrome aspect of the scene and reminded me of two scenes from the film "Schindler's List," even though there's no connection between the two settings.
Good idea for a good piece of art, also those tiny small details you may find here & there, for example, the owle there on the top of this monster tree, cool
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bisonravi
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Sat, May 31Thank you! I like adding some small details into pictures to make them more interesting!
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