The Angel of the Moon Festival (Red eyes) (Patreon)

“And yet… they no longer remember the terror of it. They have forgotten ancient age when gods, towering like mountains, walked on earth—when tinies could do nothing more than huddle at their feet, trembling, grateful simply to survive. To beings such as them, even simple daily body act could bring catastrophe. An unconscious breath, a careless turn in their sleep… either could grind their lives to dust and leave in ruins. When gods themselves came to blows…How could mere mortals ever hope to endure it?”