Wheeling Gull Isle through cloud & through sky & through space

cracking down on spiritualist threads! @Ying

sprawled atop a hill, mei watched rìzhào descend in the sky. each sunset was an individual, unique gift bestowed upon the world from him. today, the sky took on a mystical purple hue, painting the sea deep indigo. waves lapped gently at the shore, their melody a soothing lullaby. but the moon priestess was always awake at this time to be most in tune with the gods, for rìzhào rested at night after shining in the sky all day.

she would soak in the sunset until he sank below the horizon. then, it was off to the moon cave.