Master Siim stood on the monastery’s topmost balcony. The snow white beard hid his arms that were folded patiently across his chest in reflection. He cast the gaze of his ancient, foggy eyes on the initiate next to him. “Initiate Juul,” he croaked, “earlier this day I asked for you to bring me some red prunes.” Juul stood next to Master Siim, staring at the sky and scratching at his temple in confusion. “Oh, I thought you asked me to summon you a red moon.” Siim unfolded his arms slowly, sighed, and reached up to rub his wrinkled forehead.
Concept art of the day: Red Moon by Yongsub Noh.