CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

Crimson Whispers in the Dark

The gloom danced with a life of his own, twisting and turning as if muttering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill coursing through me, not from the cold, but from a sickness that clung to the air like fog. The crimson light, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a rhythm that echoed in my soul. That Which Lurks Below Its presence manifests itsel

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