Crimson Nights

In the plane of Ruby Hours, shadows dance with an eerie grace. The sky bleeds into a canvas of fiery shades, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the ground. A coolness flows through the air, carrying secrets on the wind. The moon, a dimmed circle, peeks weakly through the thick clouds. Here
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