CRIMSON NIGHTS

Crimson Nights

In the plane of Ruby Hours, shadows dance with an eerie grace. The atmosphere bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the terrain. A coolness flows through the air, whispering secrets on the gust. The moon, a veiled disc, peeks weakly through the thick clouds. Here dwell creatures of myth and story. They s

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