$DUSK
The moment the sun slipped behind the ridge, the world changed.
Shadows stretched like claws across the empty road, the air thick with the electric hush that comes right before something happens.
A lone figure stood at the treeline—still, watching.
Not human. Not entirely.
As the last strand of daylight vanished, its eyes ignited with a dim ember-glow, and the ground trembled ever so slightly… enough to whisper one chilling truth:
Dusk isn’t the end of the day.
It’s the beginning of everything that hunts after it.
Short. Sharp. And the night is just getting started
