My grandma passed away two days ago, and I wanted to do some kind of tribute art. I wasn't sure what to do but since she always liked my artwork I decided to go for what I usually paint.

Moki set foot in a new plane he'd never been to. Far ahead, there was nothing but endless yellow. Flowers, blooming as far as the eye could see in different shapes, but all yellow save for hidden purple ones. As he took more steps, he was startled as several white doves took to the sky in surprise of his arrival. They became nothing more than white specks in the darkened storm clouds ahead. Moki felt that this place was teeming with spiritual energy, and as he spent more time here, he couldn't help but feel a bit of sorrow.