Moli's Literatures

Moli wanted to paint. After they took a seat in front of the canvas, they started stroking soothingly with their brush. Up until now, the only colors they put on the canvas were desaturated blues.

While drawing, they couldn't help but think about different things they heard while going out to buy paint.

"There is a team," said the moth, as their words echoed through the empty home. "A team that formed just for finding the Everlasting Sapling."

Ever since Moli finished the new painting they made, they wanted to give it to Atta. It was his birthday. Sadly, he won’t get to celebrate it. He was not there anymore. How old would he even be if he didn’t die? 40? That… That isn’t old at all. No way, others live past 90 years. He died too soon… And what’s worse, he died for them. The purple moth can recall the event as if it happened just yesterday.