Crimson Whispers in the Dark

The gloom danced with a life of his own, twisting and turning as if muttering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill swept through me, not from the cold, but from a here presence that clung to the air like dust. The crimson glow, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a heartbeat that echoed in my soul. The Entity Below Its presence manifests itself

read more