Find all hidden faces in the picture

Have you ever seen a face in a cloud or tree? That’s pareidolia—our brain’s tendency to spot familiar shapes where none exist. In this case, a tree illustration teeming with hidden faces taps into that instinct, turning an ordinary image into a brain teaser.Why We See Faces Everywhere
It’s evolutionary: recognizing faces quickly helped our ancestors survive. Today, that same instinct gives us a mini dopamine rush when we “find” a face in a branch or bark, making illusions like this irresistible—and great for sharing and comparing with others.

How to Spot the Hidden Profiles
Start by dividing the image into zones—trunk, midsection, canopy—and scan for facial outlines: curved branches might resemble a forehead or nose, and gaps between limbs can form eyes or mouths. Tilt your head, squint, or flip the image to catch what you might’ve missed.

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