SCARLET GLOOM

The midnight/darkest/pitch-black hour had fallen upon the ancient/forgotten/crumbling city. A shimmering/ethereal/ghastly mist clung to the winding/narrow/cobbled streets, obscuring the foreboding/ominous/threatening shapes here that lurked within. The air was heavy/thick/choked with a musty/dank/unholy scent, whispering of secrets best left undist