Crimson Whispers in the Dark

The shadows danced with a life of its own, twisting and turning as if muttering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill ran through me, not from the cold, but from a presence that clung to the air like dust. The crimson hue, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a rhythm that echoed in my chest. The Entity Below Its presence was felt through unnatur

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