15 - Mist
Mist
The mist surrounds us. In the mornings, it is eerie, serene, peaceful.....beautiful. The light gently filters through, bathing the village, the forests, the mountains, the ocean with a calming aura. It slowly recedes, yielding the land to us once more, but never fully relinquishing it. The further one strays from our village, the more the mist resists. The gentle light is slowly strangled until naught but darkness remains; an endless maze without walls, without direction, without sense. However, even within the village, clumps of mist cling to corners and shadows, gently swaying to and fro.
As the day comes to a close, the mist begins it's return, slowly rolling in. At first, a faint, almost imperceptible layer blankets the ocean. Slowly it creeps onto the land, surrounding the village, stretching through the forest up into the mountains. Finally, it begins to coat the village. It's pleasant, cool, refreshing...enticing.
But the mist play differently with the moonlight. Slowly, the light suffuses the mist. A dim glow permeates throughout the village. If you listen closely, a faint melody is carried by the mist, a lullaby. Sleep well within the mist.
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