Crimson Whispers in the Dark

The shadows danced with a life of his own, twisting and turning as if chattering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill coursing through me, not from the cold, but from a sickness that clung to the air like smoke. The crimson glow, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a thrum that echoed in my chest. Beneath the Earth Its presence is sensed throug

read more