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 feeling that clung to the air like fog. The crimson light, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a heartbeat that echoed in my soul. The Entity Below Its presence is sensed through