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 ran through me, not from the cold, but from a feeling that clung to the air like smoke. The crimson glow, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a thrum that echoed in my soul. Beneath the Earth Its presence manifests itself throug