Crimson Nights

In the plane of Scarlet Evenings, shadows dance with an eerie grace. The atmosphere bleeds into a canvas of deep reds, casting long, twisted silhouettes across the landscape. A chill flows through the air, whispering secrets on the gust. The moon, a bloodshot orb, glares weakly through the dense clo
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