The person who gave me this idea portrayed themselves as wandering around moodily like some ageless vampire. If Death forgets us and comes back for us, we’ll be wrinkled old people. The Greeks already covered this story in the tale of Dawn and her mortal lover; ultimately he was turned into a little squeaking cricket.
Coloring was fun. I do it with GIMP and layers. The colors here are delicate and wispy, like the memories of an old man. In the upper left-hand corner are my first doodles on my Wacom Bamboo drawing tablet.