“Ulwink stepped through the bramble and came to a low rise in the clearing. There stood the ancient tree, or what was left of it. In years past it was called the tree of the skull, but it was not even that anymore, nothing but a withered husk, a broken trunk of what used to be.”

Original 5”x7” ink drawing, created on archival 4-ply Strathmore hot press board. Hand-signed and mounted in an 8”x10” mat.