Ruby Hours

In the plane of Ruby Hours, shadows dance with an eerie grace. The sky bleeds into a canvas of burning hues, casting long, elongated silhouettes across the landscape. A chill flows through the air, carrying secrets on the gust. The moon, a veiled circle, glares weakly through the thick clouds. Bey
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