ACROSS A CRIMSON MOON

A chilling wind whispers through the gnarled trees as the ruby moon ascends in the starless sky. Phantoms dance on the earth below, disfigured by the eerie light. A feeling of dread settles upon the world, as if something wicked is about to unfold itself. Rumor has it that on nights like this, when the moon bleeds scarlet, the veil between worlds