Ruby Hours

In the plane of Crimson Nights, shadows twirl with an eerie grace. The heavens bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the ground. A chill spreads through the air, whispering secrets on the wind. The moon, a veiled disc, shines weakly through the heavy clouds
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