"When the Geist arrives the barriers between life and the afterlife weaken. The world seen for an instant is not our own, but a twisted, decaying reflectiong of it. a negative plane. In this forsaken world, weeds choke out all other life, buildings decay and fester with the apparent passage of ages, and desolate piles of bones lay where people stand."
An image i did for the upcoming Insomnia book by Mage Hand press. Had a lot of fun figuring out a reaper-like force of death, an amalgamtion of souls hellbent on clawing their way back to the living world!