follow me; everything is all right.
The mist that began creeping out of the forest has begun to makes it way out onto the grounds. It brought with it something of a cold chill though this was as likely a result of the dreary January weather.
The mist is wispy on the fringes but thick if one were to make their way into it.
So thick that you wouldn't be able to make out right from left. So thick that you can't see anything beyond it.
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