CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The gloom danced with a life of their own, twisting and turning as if whispering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill ran through me, not from the cold, but from a feeling that clung to the air like dust. The crimson hue, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a heartbeat that echoed in my bones. The Entity Below Its presence is sensed through uns