[Brush pens and liners on marker paper with digital embellishments, colors, and a bit of mosh.]
When you stare into the howling winds through your window for too long, the song of the spirits begins to draw you in... Your vision begins to shift---to darken... You start to drift into the Negativeworld. By this point, your hope of saving yourself is almost gone...
---Richard F. Yates (Holy Fool)