Crimson Whispers in the Dark
The gloom danced with a life of his own, twisting and turning as if muttering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill swept 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 thrum that echoed in my soul. Beneath the Earth Its presence is sensed through unsettl