A massive crow looks down at a man, who attempts to reason with it. 

He wears the wings of some animal from his ears.

They form together to make a distinct face at the man’s knees.

There is a body on the ground, prepared for burial. 

A plant springs forth from his stomach.

This plant is reborn from his death, new life abounding.

The dead man will possess none of it.

The crow, flocking to a body as usual, has likely come to collect its due.

As the personification of death, it must collect fresh souls.

He seems to be discussing the fate of the dead man with the one who remains.

The man bears a robe and symbols, guider of the souls.

He dresses importantly, with a solitary braid running down the back of his head.

The tattoos on his face hold a deeper story, though.

The colors paint a beautiful picture of the surrounding world.

The orange is vibrant, showing fall to any who happen by.

But the ground holds a person, all the more important.

Soon, the earth will hold him until he’s gone.