Crimson Whispers in the Dark
The gloom danced with a life of his own, twisting and turning as if whispering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill coursing through me, not from the cold, but from a sickness that clung to the air like fog. The crimson hue, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a heartbeat that echoed in my chest. That Which Lurks Below Its presence was felt thr