Folks, over here this week's participation. A little late...

ASFALTO ROJO
The sun had stopped shining after some solar winds that had occurred millions of years earlier. The grandeur of the redwoods that emerged from the ground overlapped the large dark towers and seemed unthinkable after the ecological destruction. After maximum deforestation, oxygen had been converted to oxygen. Some towers were covered with an insulating moss that protected them from the changing climate of the inhospitable Damarthy. The most powerful were recognized because they were covered by transparent crystals that provided liquid oxygen to all their residents. All the other towers were exposed to the natural damage that occurred day by day in that darkened city.
Damarthy's citizens, large, yellow-blooded men, were slow, hairless, and insensitive to the different climatic changes. Their skin, although very thin, had become a kind of dry leather without any sensitivity, which made them insolidary and gregarious beings. Most of them were perched on the branches of large trees trying to get closer to oxygen. That's why, when Dashael found that from one of the great craters that emerged from the asphalt, a life-giving gas was gushing out, he kept it a secret. Silence at the discovery kept him waiting in expectation on one of the great sequoias nearby. He decided to stay there forever waiting for some miracle.
What Dashael never knew is that in the center of Shintiara, a group of small beings provided the roots of the red trees with blood and oxygen that they themselves stole from those beings who vegetated in the branches of the redwoods.