The sky was a deep crimson red, exactly the colour of blood, except for a few streaks of mauve. A willow tree leant over a sea of dead bodies, dew dripping from it’s leaves. It was a tearful soul, crying over the deaths of so many. A ripped and bedraggled poster for carrots hung under it’s branches. Scientists had figured out about radar and, to keep the enemy unknowing, they advertised it as carrots that supposedly made you see in the dark. A rusty steel sword stuck in it’s wood and sap poured out in a great gushing river.