Crimson Nights

In the realm of Ruby Hours, shadows dance with an eerie grace. The heavens bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the terrain. A coolness runs through the air, carrying secrets on the breeze. The moon, a dimmed disc, peeks weakly through the thick clouds.
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