The art is as messy as the storytelling, which is as messy as its muddle of genres, and in less capable hands it would be a mess, but this is a dazzling and strange and delightful whirl of myth and fantsy about the daughter of Death and the hunt for her, and for the little girl who may replace death in some ineffable cycle, all as told by a dead rabbit to a butterfly. Story and art do not hold back from the weirdness but jumps right in and trusts the reader to immerse themselves in the story and the art and the idea that it all makes a kind of sense. There's nothing quite like it out there.