It rolled in one night. As thick, heavy and silent as death.
It smelled of decay and clung to every last vine, tree and living creature, coating them with something ancient and foul. So dense it smothered the tongue and choked the senses. It drove fear into the heart and coaxed misery out of hiding. A diseased vapor, one that concealed dark deeds and even darker hearts.
It rolled in one night. As thick, heavy and silent as death. A Broken-Mist
