On a day when Mike visits the new graveyard, he'll find it cloaked in a dense fog, obscuring many of the headstones in the distance. Anyone else in the graveyard won't notice this change, as it appears just as it always has. But in Mike's view, he is alone - that is, except for the fog and all that it entails.
An eerie chill settles over the graveyard, the fresh dew on the grass turning to specks of ice. In the midst of the chill, though, Mike will feel a warm presence behind him. Soft hands, warm with what almost seems to be life, rest on the sides of his head, then slide to his shoulders. The presence behind him moves, but the warmth doesn't fade. Mike will find that this warmth has stayed because of a long silver cloak upon his form. The fog brushes past him silently coalescing into the figure of a woman with impossibly long hair. As she moves, the ice on the grass melts away under her presence.
Amazing, a voice in the distance says. A crowd murmurs in approval. I thought the obelisk was lost forever, another one says to louder, more enthusiastic approval. Shadowy figures turn and move, looking to one another and nodding, looking back at Mike, and to their leader.
The Fog God pauses at an unmarked headstone, tilting her head downward. "Yes... You have brought back what was lost to him..." she speaks, turning abruptly toward Mike with the last word. But despite the way she hisses the word “him”, her expression is soft.
But she turns back to the grave and bends over, lightly touching the top of it with a long finger. Cracks splinter down the stone like forks of lightning, crumbling it away. As the tombstone crumbles, so too does the ground beneath it, giving way to a groundless void. But Mike doesn’t fall; he stands upon invisible ground as the Fog God glides toward him, gently taking his hand in hers.
Her other hand gestures downward, revealing beneath them a desert landscape. It is incredibly vast, seemingly endless, but lifeless and barren: ashen stumps where trees once stood, tiny droplets of mist where lakes once flourished, and cracks in the ground where flowers once bloomed. "This is what is left of our world beyond the peninsula, child..." She sounds somber, the darkness of her voice matching the fog that envelops the world below. "They took it from us. The miserable humans of this world."
"I have watched you all this time. From your humble beginnings in my church to... this..." She outstretches an arm, and the fog clusters up below their feet, hiding the rolling landscape to once more reveal the graveyard that they stand upon. "My child. My Priest." She starts to step away, trailing clouds of fog by her feet. "I know you will do all you can for this world."
The Fog God steps into the surrounding veils of her fog, followed by the shadows from before. And before Mike knows it, the fog is gone, and the graveyard is exactly as it was before Mike arrived.
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An eerie chill settles over the graveyard, the fresh dew on the grass turning to specks of ice. In the midst of the chill, though, Mike will feel a warm presence behind him. Soft hands, warm with what almost seems to be life, rest on the sides of his head, then slide to his shoulders. The presence behind him moves, but the warmth doesn't fade. Mike will find that this warmth has stayed because of a long silver cloak upon his form. The fog brushes past him silently coalescing into the figure of a woman with impossibly long hair. As she moves, the ice on the grass melts away under her presence.
Amazing, a voice in the distance says. A crowd murmurs in approval. I thought the obelisk was lost forever, another one says to louder, more enthusiastic approval. Shadowy figures turn and move, looking to one another and nodding, looking back at Mike, and to their leader.
The Fog God pauses at an unmarked headstone, tilting her head downward. "Yes... You have brought back what was lost to him..." she speaks, turning abruptly toward Mike with the last word. But despite the way she hisses the word “him”, her expression is soft.
But she turns back to the grave and bends over, lightly touching the top of it with a long finger. Cracks splinter down the stone like forks of lightning, crumbling it away. As the tombstone crumbles, so too does the ground beneath it, giving way to a groundless void. But Mike doesn’t fall; he stands upon invisible ground as the Fog God glides toward him, gently taking his hand in hers.
Her other hand gestures downward, revealing beneath them a desert landscape. It is incredibly vast, seemingly endless, but lifeless and barren: ashen stumps where trees once stood, tiny droplets of mist where lakes once flourished, and cracks in the ground where flowers once bloomed. "This is what is left of our world beyond the peninsula, child..." She sounds somber, the darkness of her voice matching the fog that envelops the world below. "They took it from us. The miserable humans of this world."
"I have watched you all this time. From your humble beginnings in my church to... this..." She outstretches an arm, and the fog clusters up below their feet, hiding the rolling landscape to once more reveal the graveyard that they stand upon. "My child. My Priest." She starts to step away, trailing clouds of fog by her feet. "I know you will do all you can for this world."
The Fog God steps into the surrounding veils of her fog, followed by the shadows from before. And before Mike knows it, the fog is gone, and the graveyard is exactly as it was before Mike arrived.