That is fun. ^_^ The blank eyes, large and pitted moon, crazily leaning buildings, and crows flying over the edge of the page, with just the birds' eyes having any color... It's almost like a dream, or a hallucination. And oh gosh I only now noticed how all of the buildings have skulls! The way they twist--is that not just a perspective choice, then? Are they alive, or rather, undead? And the boy seems to be launching the crows. Sending them out, like a falconer's trained hunters. Wow. There are just so many levels of "this needs to be a story" here. I'm rapidly getting the impression that your brain must be an interesting place to live.