Crimson Nights

In the plane of Ruby Hours, shadows shift with an eerie grace. The sky bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the ground. A chill spreads through the air, carrying secrets on the breeze. The moon, a bloodshot orb, glares weakly through the heavy clouds. Be
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