It is not your sanity peeling away like paint from the walls in fire, it is actually a skeletal hand 'dressed up' in a fine white silk glove that somehow seems to be perpetually clean.

Perhaps it was to blend in to this strange land and appear at least moderately normal, that disguise not fooling anyone to think it'd be just a glove casually 'walking' along.

Someone lucky enough to see 'it' naked would soon spot the skeletal slim hand sporting expensive gems at the joints of the knuckles, carved with great care and made to create an illusion of jewelry adorning the fingers.

Anyone with a modest skill in divination or aversion to undeath could feel that lingering aura of wrong - palpable feeling of dread emanating from the hand crawling around on all five fingers.