I see Red, a hue that whispers secrets,
A clandestine language woven into scarlet threads.
It dances on the edge of twilight,
Where shadows birth their enigmatic offspring.

In the heart of a forgotten forest,
I stumbled upon a crimson door,
Its paint chipped, hinges rusted,
Yet it beckoned with a siren's allure.

Behind that portal, time unraveled,
And I stepped into a realm askew,
Where gravity played dice with reason,
And logic pirouetted in crimson ballet shoes.

The trees wore vermilion leaves,
Each one a parchment etched with riddles,
Their veins pulsed like forgotten memories,
And the wind carried echoes of forbidden spells.

I met a peculiar creature a Scarlet Whimsy
Its eyes kaleidoscopes of...