CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The darkness here danced with a life of its own, twisting and turning as if chattering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill swept through me, not from the cold, but from a feeling that clung to the air like dust. The crimson glow, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a thrum that echoed in my soul. That Which Lurks Below Its presence is sensed t