Ruby Hours

In the world of Crimson Nights, shadows shift with an eerie grace. The sky bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, twisted silhouettes across the ground. A tingle flows through the air, whispering secrets on the wind. The moon, a veiled circle, shines weakly through the dense clouds. B
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