CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The shadows danced with a life of its own, twisting and turning as if muttering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill ran through me, not from the cold, but from a sickness that clung to the air like smoke. The crimson glow, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a thrum that echoed in my chest. Beneath the Earth Its presence was felt through unnat