"He arises upon the Autumn equinox to bring chilly winds and the birth of decay to the once bright and blossoming land. His gift is that of cessation and slumber, for without his touch, life would proliferate and abound and choke upon it's very own vitality. Without the death of the old there cold be no new, and life would stagnate and be no more."

This image was initially pen & ink which was then digitally edited with color and background.