Ruby Hours

In the plane of Crimson Nights, shadows shift with an eerie grace. The heavens bleeds into a canvas of fiery shades, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the terrain. A tingle spreads through the air, whispering secrets on the wind. The moon, a dimmed circle, peeks weakly through the heavy clo
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