The fog seems to whirl around slowly, welcoming everyone in. The paths are narrow, like a shakily written line, but to enter no longer invites pain and immediate terror- just... a feeling of slowly growing dread. That's so much better.
It seems quiet today. Nothing seems to be pawing at the walls of the barriers, nothing howling in the distance.
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It seems quiet today. Nothing seems to be pawing at the walls of the barriers, nothing howling in the distance.
And yet, as always, something watches.