Ruby Hours

In the plane of Scarlet Evenings, shadows shift with an eerie grace. The heavens bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the terrain. A chill spreads through the air, whispering secrets on the gust. The moon, a bloodshot orb, shines weakly through the heavy c
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