Ruby Hours

In the realm of Crimson Nights, shadows shift with an eerie grace. The atmosphere bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the terrain. A chill runs through the air, bearing secrets on the gust. The moon, a veiled circle, peeks weakly through the thick clouds.
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