Crimson Nights

In the plane of Ruby Hours, shadows twirl with an eerie grace. The atmosphere bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the terrain. A tingle runs through the air, bearing secrets on the wind. The moon, a veiled orb, shines weakly through the dense clouds. Be
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