They say if you wander the backroads long enough, you’ll hear a second pair of footsteps behind your own. Not rushed, not threatening, just steady. That’s when you know the Reaper has found you. But instead of claiming your soul, he lets you walk beside him. Those who return speak of nights stretched too long, of whispers in the dark that reveal truths no living mind should know. To walk with the Reaper is not to die, it’s to carry death’s shadow with you forever, seeing the world through his hollow eyes.

Walking with The Reaper

Mesa - a table for offerings; Babe – the innocent we feed to memory

Walking with The Reaper

Mesa Babe