Grazers in the Mistby
zifengwComment by K3Master: It should have been a day like any other day. It had dawned clear and bright. A gentle breeze blew, the sun shone, all was well.
Yet before the sun was barely over the trees, the day began to change. The breeze grew thick and heavy. It changed direction suddenly, no warning, and with it came the mist. Deep, and thick. Over the next hour, it began to blanket everything, moving in slowly but without pause. If you were caught in it, you would not have been able to see your hand in front of your face, but that would also have been the least of your worries.
Eventually, it blanketed everything, that mist. The wind dropped, sounds died. A sea of white and grey.
It lasted an hour, and then as if it a switch had been hit, the wind began again, and the mist drifted off once more, dissipating into the atmosphere. Left behind, where before had been the lowing of cattle, were nothing but piles of bleached bones.
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