Kurando-Uteri

Black silhouettes lined themselves against a mottled red horizon, pushing their way through.  Below, black trees carved into the crimson sky, whispering gently in the wind.  The sun sunk low, almost apologetically, and suddenly darkness covered the landscape. The trees ceased their whispers; the silhouettes stopped their movement, looking around in fear; birds abruptly stopped cawing and whistling.  The silence was unsettling; it was cold, unforgiving.  The forest shivered as a slight breeze wafted across, sending leaves floating to the forest floor.  The silhouettes stood, paralyzed in cautious wait, their glowing, white spherical eyes blin