CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The shadows danced with a life of his own, twisting and turning as if whispering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill ran through me, not from the cold, but from a feeling that clung to the air like fog. The crimson glow, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a heartbeat that echoed in my check here bones. That Which Lurks Below Its presence is s