Blood Moon over the Dreamscape." Acrylic

A short story about it:
In a distant world, where colors shine differently than on Earth, a blood-red moon rises above the rolling hills of an unknown land. The air shimmers in dark red tones, as if the moonlight were bathing the landscape in a mystical glow. A lone tree stands there, its leaves seemingly burning in the reflection of the celestial sphere. It is said that on this night, lost souls wander through the fields, searching for their way back to the world of the living. But only those with the courage to step into the red light can hear their voices...