October 3, 15XX, Wallachia
Crimson light suddenly shone atop the clouds.
When the wallachians looked up in unison,
it was greeted with the sight of their beloved satellite
glaring the wildest taint of red one could possibly perceive.
 
Many of those who equated this phenomenon to an ill omen gave in to their folly:
"This is not the moon that we know and love. And if it is, then what levitates before us is its bloodied remains."
"Then what shall become of us?"
"We will most likely... perish."
 
History does its best to remember fundamental events in humanity.
And in spite of the tremor left upon Wallachia by the sight they witnessed on that day,
History shall remember none of it.

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read my name backwards!!