White Death

Finished drawing from the weekly drawing meetup. That week’s theme was menacing forest spirit.



Death comes to us all.

The forest is alive, and it will eat you alive, until you are dead. It will eat all your romantic ideas, your dreams, your ideologies, your morals, your thoughts, until all you can afford to think of is this one choice: do you want to die today, or do you want to live today? Because once inside the forest, you’re nothing but an animal.

The forest is alive. It spreads its tendrils out ever further, ever discrete. They curl around everything they touch, spreading, thriving at any sensation of warmth, of life. They overwhelm and consume the warmth, countless tendrils disintergrating it down to the very particles. And nothing is left.

Death comes to us all.


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