CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The shadows danced with a life of their own, twisting and turning as if whispering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill swept 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 heartbeat that echoed in my chest. The Entity Below Its presence is sensed thro