Talk:Dryad/@comment-172.84.219.182-20190705142506/@comment-75.89.195.6-20200302015007

Sex or not, the interior of a tree sounds like cabin fever with sensory deprevation thrown in no matter how big the tree is inside. Being a happy vegetable is not good compensation for being a vegetable for thousands of years. How can the captive husband move from tree to tree when he is fused to the inner trunk of his wife's tree? This mamono is creepy!

In my childhood days, I was afraid of trees after the sun went down. I saw them as gnarled, dark things that uprooted themselves and walked the land like vampires. Their branches were like twisted arms and hands or wooden tentacles. As dawn began to glow in the eastern horizion, they would head back to their proper places to sleep until sunset woke them up and set them free to roam the darkness again and no one would be the wiser.

I could never get anyone to believe me.

Don't let them capture you alive.