"Travelers in the bamboo forests of Shin Xu-Xyng
speak of tall figures that stand motionless among
the stalks, so thin and still that they are often
mistaken for bamboo itself. During daylight they
remain silent, swaying gently with the wind, but
at dusk they begin to move. One moment it stands
fifty paces away... the next, it is standing directly
behind them. Monks warn that the creatures are drawn
to fear and hesitation, and that those who stop to
watch them too closely are rarely seen again..."
