The Dead of Winter

Panel One: At first I believed my eyes were not to be trusted

Panel Two: That the veil of falling snow had left my vision to the whims of my imagination

Panel Three: but why would my mind present such a ghastly construct in front of me?

Panel Four: With each remorseless movement the spirit gave, its corporeal form solidified, and I realized what I was looking at;

Panel Five: death

Panel Six: And as he sheathed his sword and walked back into the forest, he gave not a single glance back to the masterpiece he had painted on the freshly fallen snow.