Crimson Nights

In the plane of Ruby Hours, shadows shift with an eerie grace. The sky bleeds into a canvas of fiery shades, casting long, twisted silhouettes across the terrain. A tingle flows through the air, carrying secrets on the breeze. The moon, a bloodshot circle, shines weakly through the dense clouds. W
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