Prompt: What will we see under the clouds of Jupiter’s red spot? It’s been dwindling over the last thousand years…

The man’s skin was red like clay, yet his beard was free of grime. He came with an incredible storm, always walking at its edge, never outpacing it. The storm was just as red, but not so stoic. It flung boulders everywhere, uprooted the oldest of trees, and turned whole villages into shreds and straw. When anyone got close enough to address him, before the storm inevitably killed them, they asked his name. He had none to offer, only a title: the Red Soul. Continue reading →