CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The gloom danced with a life of its own, twisting and turning as if muttering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill swept through me, not from the cold, but from a feeling that clung to the air like smoke. The crimson hue, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a heartbeat that echoed in my chest. That Which Lurks Below Its presence manifests itsel