Ghosts of wilderbeast in the dusk. Do they want you to follow?
A path to God knows where, between trees hiding God knows what.
Abandoned ships, like those at Moynaq. Full of forgotten, decaying cargos. And inhabitants new and old.
You don't want to go down this path. And yet you must.
Statues of monks at a forgotten monastery. As you passed, you could have sworn you felt one turn its head to watch you.
(Last Ishikawa-esque picture is by Sukree Sukplang of Reuters.)