Ruby Hours

In the plane of Crimson Nights, shadows shift with an eerie grace. The sky bleeds into a canvas of fiery shades, casting long, twisted silhouettes across the terrain. A tingle spreads through the air, carrying secrets on the gust. The moon, a veiled circle, shines weakly through the thick clouds.
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