Crimson Whispers in the Dark
The gloom danced with a life of their own, twisting and turning as if chattering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill coursing through me, not from the cold, but from a feeling that clung to the air like smoke. The crimson light, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a heartbeat that echoed in my soul. Beneath the Earth Its presence is sensed thr