CRIMSON WHISPERS IN THE DARK

The darkness danced with a life of its own, twisting and turning as if chattering secrets to the moonstarsnight. A chill ran through me, not from the cold, but from a sickness that clung to the air like smoke. The crimson light, faint yet persistent, pulsed with a rhythm that echoed in my chest. That Which Lurks Below Its presence is sensed thr