Crimson Nights

In the realm of Ruby Hours, shadows dance with an eerie grace. The sky bleeds into a canvas of deep reds, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the terrain. A chill runs through the air, whispering secrets on the wind. The moon, a bloodshot orb, shines weakly through the heavy clouds. Within
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