I recently read a brilliant re-imagining of the Sailor Moon franchise and it reminded why I love the series so much: the figure of redeemers. Throughout world history, they appear. Transcending fear, merging with death, and bringing renewal and warmth to the rest of us. I’m not really into dwelling on how a lot of Western art focuses on their plight as suffering individuals forsaken by the very folks they’re there to protect (that actually misses the point and I’m so glad this fic and its sequel explicitly address). So here’s a moodboard and playlist.
