Crimson Nights

In the plane of Ruby Hours, shadows dance with an eerie grace. The heavens bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, sinuous silhouettes across the landscape. A chill flows through the air, carrying secrets on the wind. The moon, a veiled orb, shines weakly through the heavy clouds. Here
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