Possible names include: Sturgeon, Green Corn, Red, and Grain Moon. Mani previously indicated that He’d like me to use “Grain”, but He has since wanted me to use “Red”, though I make no guarantee that He’d want the same from someone else. The following is a piece of sacred fiction.
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The red beads fall to the ground, muted by the silver light. A part of your mind scolds to not be superstitious, but a part of you whispers about coincidences. String can break; it’s not the end of the world. But as you gently set the rest of the prayer beads to the side, you decide to not continue with the prayer set anyways. Something doesn’t feel right about it.