The fog

It’s soft,path

falling slowing, gradually on the land, and yet not falling at all.

The world is enclosed in the mist of this place, and it is without a doubt that I find it romantic and mysterious.

raped in a tomb, and still the world lives around it.

In to the fog we go.

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