Born out of Blood, Made of Blood

In a world where the only visible colour was red, the crimson hue dominated everything, casting an eerie atmosphere over the entire environment. 

The air felt different, thick and oppressive, reeking faintly of blood. Yet, that wasn't the most bizarre aspect of this unsettling place.

High in the sky, occupying almost half of the heavens, a massive red runic mark pulsated, exuding an aura of bloodlust and slaughter. The sight was deeply disturbing, evoking a primal sense of unease.

All around, mountains and trees stretched into the distance, their forms drenched in red. Rivers flowed with crimson currents, and every inch of the landscape bore the same monotonous colour. 

Nothing appeared to deviate from this blood-soaked palette.

Well, almost nothing. There were two exceptions: two strikingly beautiful women who appeared to be twins, their identical features making them carbon copies.