As the night sky darkens, the trees grow still. Not wind nor creature dares disturb the silence. With breaths held in unison, the world watches high, as the only light in the sky begins to bleed.
At first it's just a trickle, red edges upon white. But it has no plans of stopping, oh no, and soon the dark flood washes over the craters filling them past the brim. With no way to purge the waves of color, the moon drowns in the torrents of blood. No light will reach through the murky depths, leaving the earth shadowed in a crimson veil.
Location: Aurora, Colorado.