I have to go back. Just to take some more photos of that room.
In that room you can SMELL those wooden carvings.
They smell dirty, musty, old and like.. old blood.
These things are easily 5times as big as me . Suspended in the air, positioned to be looking at you as you walk in the door.
It leaves you feeling like you are being watched. Which you are.
We were alone in that room for a few moments.... but that room is full. No such thing as really alone in there.
I lost my sense of time in there and could have seen something else before I left but I could not help myself.