Face Pareidolia Taken to Terrifying Extremes

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Normally, these things don't phase me in the least.
Then, there's this pic. Now, common sense tells me that it was nothing more than the morning sun striking the curtain on the left, above the globe. I need to track down the original photo and see how pronounced the image is.

Face Pareidolia: the phenomenon that exists within the human mind, to see faces in imagery where there are only shapes, and no faces. Yet, there are those of us that are superstitious enough to attach all manner of portents and reasons that these faces appear, generally superstitious and sometimes with a religious twist. I utterly abhor that attention is given those oftentimes doctored images in tabloids or websites or tv shows, pandering to the base instincts that some have let govern their lives.

And then it hits close to home when I see this.
This is from a photo I took one morning while staying at a friend's townhouse. He slept in that morning. He had numerous struggles with depression and post operation pain. Lots of medications, then new medications when the current cocktail stopped working.

I loved his office, essentially an extra bedroom but as he was single, he was able to set the place up nicely. His patio outside was like a lush rain forest.

One weekend in February, it was the 13th close to midnight... he called me to let me know he was seeking opiate pain killers because the pain and depression was too much. 2021 had been difficult for many of us, and depression was always there, waiting to take it's hold. My friend was a registered nurse, I said goodnight before hanging up. Four days later a mutual friend called me, and told me my friend was dead. I immediately knew, and in a millisecond's time proceeded to let out a series of "NO!" Each one longer and more exaggerated, by the fifth "NO" it was a long and drawn out wail.... My friend was gone. So many questions I will never know, and I know I was probably the second to last if not last person to talk to him alive.

Here one second, gone the next. Snapshots in time.
And what looks back at me is this image, with a grimacing visage forcing it's way in, representing things it is not meant to represent, and when I see it, I shut my eyes, I look away, I want to burn it.

Please tell me you see it, please tell me it's nothing.
I think my friend would either laugh or get the chills. But then again he never saw this pic. It looks like nobody significant. Does it have to? Sometimes our imagination is out to get us.