Artist's note: I was experimenting with Artist's Sketchpad, an Opera Widget, while making this. I must say, the colors are disappointing...

The moon glowed greener than the fuzzy forest of mold Reshaleh once discovered sprouting from the fleshy peaks of her grandfather’s false teeth. Her nightgown fluttered in the breeze, a breeze smelling slightly of boiled cow fat and crunchy pomegranate seeds, a stomach-warming, soul-nourishing, satisfying smell, that buried itself deeply beneath her senses.