Scarlet Evenings

In the plane of Crimson Nights, shadows twirl with an eerie grace. The atmosphere bleeds into a canvas of fiery shades, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the terrain. A tingle flows through the air, bearing secrets on the gust. here The moon, a dimmed circle, peeks weakly through the thick
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