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10 prints on Gamma. The Court of the Crimson Moon In a jester’s kingdom under a mischievous crimson moon, Quibble and Marotte danced through life, hiding their love behind jokes and acrobatics. Quibble’s tear-painted eye sparkled with mischief, while Marotte’s crooked hat tilted like his riddles. They loved in secret, for love in their world was a forbidden punchline—those caught were banished to the dreadful Land of Serious Things. But the moon had its own sense of humor. One night, during a grand performance, it cracked open, bathing the jesters in a glowing light that unveiled their secret. The court gasped as Marotte clasped Quibble’s hand, and her bells chimed like a confession. Then came the voice of the crimson moon itself, whispering down: "Tell me, fools, what do you think love is—comedy or tragedy?" Quibble’s tear-painted eye shimmered. “Both,” she replied. “It’s falling off a tightrope and laughing because you were never meant to walk straight in the first place.”