CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

Crimson Whispers in the Dark

The darkness danced with a life of its own, twisting and turning as if chattering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill coursing through me, not from the cold, but from a presence that clung to the air like dust. The crimson hue, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a heartbeat that echoed in my chest. That Which Lurks Below Its presence manifest

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