The blood moon hung in the sky, like a peeled eyeball, with turbid scarlet flowing down, soaking the entire Huaiyang Village in a sticky, rusty light. Not long after the acid rain stopped, pungent white smoke was still emitting from the thatch on the roof, mixed with the fishy smell of turning earth, and a deeper, sickening sweetness - the smell of blood quickly decaying in the hot and humid air.
