CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The darkness danced with a life of his own, twisting and turning as if chattering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill swept through me, not from the cold, but from a presence that clung to the air like fog. The crimson glow, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a rhythm that echoed in my bones. That Which Lurks Below Its presence manifests itse