The trickles of blood shone in the full moon's light. Each trail glided down the roots of the deformed tree: sliding around the curves of each root, dangling underneath the misshaped plant, and falling from that trace of life.
The drips splattered on soft silk. Every white thread was stained, drowned in the red fluid. The smile that was carefully stitched on the little doll's face was no longer visible. The blood dripped on the blue eyes, darkening them to pitch black.
The moon's light faded in the brightening sky as the sun crept from behind the hilltops, to reveal the mess created when darkness fell...