Beneath the putrid dye of the Taintclouds, everything is deceiving. Clean water looks foul and toxic. People and buildings are washed in gray. Plants wither under the shield of clouds.
What she sees from there is a different, deceiving, fake. Blue skies and starry nights are nonexistent. Sunlight is filtered. The brightest of colors seem gloomy and faded. Small details, like eye color, cannot be distinguished.
She knows the hardships of her land, knows why people long for the Sky. Looking up, Mizuti sees the glittering violet moon. She smiles for a moment, then remembers it, too, is an illusion.