On the stone balcony of an ancient, weathered tower, a skeletal lich stands, surrounded by fluttering birds. Holding a small pouch of birdseed, the lich extends its bony hand to feed the birds, which eagerly peck at the seeds without fear. The lich's tattered robes flutter in the breeze as it interacts with the lively creatures, creating a poignant juxtaposition between its deathly presence and the vibrant life around it.
, the scene is captured in dimly lit dark fantasy but vibrant colors, with bold ink lines defining form against the watercolor wash of the aged paper