Nobody could tell why the moon had gone red.
But even if they could it wouldn't matter.
People from that place were too busy and tired.
The sun was hotter and brighter than anywhere else.
The wind was like a steady hot poisoned mist.
Their blood were thicker and darker.
The moon was just another unreachable thing in the sky.
They didn't care for impossible things.
As long as their lives were fair they were satisfied.
It didn't change the course of their lives so why bother?
"At least the background will be different for a week or so".
The moon remained red. But they didn't care. They got used to it. Just like everyone else.